The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

He tells me and I notice the pizza box and bag he held He bought my favorite pizza? Now that's impossible cause he doesn't know me, my favorite pizza hasn't changed since years now and it's not something you can randomly guess. He opens the box and the delicious smell of pizza fills the room, but it obviously wasn't my favorite. I was right. He's supposed to be cold according to the rumors, Avery Tamer is known as the coldest and probably rudest billionaire out there, and him acting all nice to me is really not what I expected.

I made up the most dramatically shocked look before I continued. I didn't have a minor in theatre arts for nothing. “Rael Allston, the richest billionaire in the city, founder of one of the the largest innovative companies, and heartthrob extraordinaire…” I leaned toward him, my lips curling into a mocking smile. “Is afraid of speaking to little old me.” There was nothing but silence, yet I heard the slaught intakes of breath that came from the servants who decidedly looked away. I held his stare as he looked at me almost piercingly.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Mitchell asked " Why is it that people always think that billionaires don't have girlfriends or wives? " Diana asked " Uuhm haven't you read every other book that has a billionaire? Most of them don't want to get attached to someone or they just have a cold heart " Mitchell answered " And what if this rich billionaire has a cold heart? " Diana asked " Well every cold heart just needs some warmth and eventually it'll melt" Mitchell asked " You sound so sure. Maybe his heart is just too cold to melt" Diana said as she tried to discourage her best friend a little bit

“Who’s Vera?” He took a step forward. She didn’t move, she couldn’t. Her heart was slamming in her chest. He looked… broken, tired, not like the sharp billionaire who barked orders and wore thousand-dollar watches, he looked human. “I don’t want to be alone,” he muttered. “Okay,” she said slowly, inching closer to him, "you’re not.” He looked down, then up again. His eyes were glassy, “I hate her,” he said.

I warned him quietly. Brandon’s eyes didn't start from mine, cold and focused. And in that moment, I knew something was coming. Not a lawsuit. Not an apology. Because men like him don’t show up for nothing. He didn’t belong here. Not with our sticky menus, our too-loud espresso machine, and our tiny square napkins that folded like regrets. Not with his sharp jawline and a suit probably worth more than my annual rent. Brandon Wilson, billionaire ice prince, business mogul, was standing five feet from the cinnamon rolls.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

"There are a few more people I need to impress tonight. And since you're my future wife, you're coming with me." Aurora forced a polite smile as he led her through the crowd, her body hyper-aware of his touch. They stopped in front of a tall man in a navy suit and a woman dripping in diamonds. "Ah, Damian," the man greeted warmly, shaking his hand. "And this must be the fiancée we’ve heard so much about." Damian's hand gently squeezed her waist as he pulled her closer. "Yes, this is Aurora Lane. Aurora, meet Richard Caldwell, one of the board members of Blackwell Enterprises, and his wife, Elaine."

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

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.