The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

"We should leave. We wouldn't want to be late for our own debut, would we?" The drive to the Grand Plaza Hotel was a repeat of the previous day’s suffocating silence, but the moment the limousine door opened, the illusion had to begin. A wall of noise and blinding white light hit them instantly. Hundreds of reporters, photographers, and high-society onlookers were crowded behind the gold velvet ropes. Alexander stepped out first, instantly shifting into his public persona—a commanding, impossibly handsome billionaire. He turned back and extended his hand toward the car.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

She stated and got up, walking around the house to catch Charlotte's attention. "You always have news, Amy." Charlotte stated indifferently shrugging her shoulders. "What difference would this one make this time around?" She sighed and turned to look at her friend. "This one, Char. Trust me on this one. It could change your life forever." Amy pressed. "Still the same old story, Amy." Charlotte sighed and attempted to get up from the floor. "I've got work to do." "Wait." Amy said, pushing her friend back to the floor. "I need you to understand that this news I'm about to give you would fetch you seventy million dollars." She stated, pronouncing the last three words in bits. It had the right e

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.

Alexander rested back in his chair, turning his fingers in a way that spoke of power and control. "Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Grace." Emily’s mind started racing. This could not be good, Infact any offer from a billionaire with a ruthless reputation can never be a good sign. But the crazy large bill for his ruined suit was still there, a very obvious evidence of her current predicament. "What are you aiming at?" Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.