The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

And then I saw him. He was tall, huge, and fearful. He stood firmly, his presence alone forcing the entire room into stillness. “Adrian Wolfe…” The name rippled through the crowd like a forbidden prayer. “That’s him, the richest and most powerful man in the whole of NYC. I have only seen him on billboards and TV shows. I never knew I would see him in reality,” a girl behind me whimpered in pure astonishment. “That’s really him.” “Oh my God…” Women whispered in awe, their eyes shining with fantasies they didn’t even bother hiding.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

He turned slowly, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey. It was him. The stranger from the hotel room. The man who had been beside her, naked, undeniably gorgeous, a memory that still sent a flush of mortification through her. Only now, in the harsh light of reality, he was more than just a handsome face. He was Colden Frost. Her mind supplied the details instantly, pulled from fragmented news reports and overheard conversations. Colden Frost. Billionaire. CEO of Frost Enterprises, an empire so vast it felt mythical. Famously emotionless.

Maximilian Grey. I had heard his name whispered with both admiration and fear. A billionaire tech mogul, ruthless in business, and cold to anyone foolish enough to cross him. The man in front of me didn’t look like someone who would extend an olive branch to a drowning woman like me. No, he looked like someone who would hand me a contract and watch me sign away my soul with a smirk on his face. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Milana said with a pout. Don't worry he is someone great, Ophelia said with assurance. Who is he? Is he some kind of assistant to a billionaire son, is he some kind of wretched person who gets me here through connection? Milana yelled almost crying. He is a billionaire, Milana I swear to God, it's just that I can't introduce him to you now but I will surely do when it's time. Ophelia said consoling her. Are you sure? Between him and Dave Sinclair who is richer? Milana asked with a pout.

said Bina with a nervous smile and regretful tone . " Albert , take her away . Don't bother my ears anymore ! " said madam Dahlia . " As you wish , madam . " said butler Albert and ordered the two bodyguards who were following them from behind to take her out . Bina continued to beg for forgiveness but it was useless . After the two bodyguards dragged Bina out , her parents were fully convinced of her powerful identity . " She really is........a billionaire . " said Nikole worried . " Mom , what's a billionaire ? " asked Alex looking at madam Dahlia confussed .

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

Sophia held her gaze and continued, “I know my brother. He doesn’t buy gifts on a whim. He doesn’t do things without reason. So, something must’ve happened, something we don’t know about. Maybe she helped him. Maybe something shifted between them. Whatever it was, the fact remains he went out of his way for her.” Then, a slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of Sophia’s lips. “Could it be… the cold billionaire lawyer is finally growing a heart?” Racheal didn’t find it amusing. Tears stung her eyes as she gripped the edge of the bed sheet, her voice trembling with frustration. “What do you mean it has nothing to do with Olivia? She’s the center of all this.