The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

5 years later "I'm Grace reporting here live at the Grand Silverman mansion. Anyone who is anyone in the show business, Wall Street, the richest and most famous are all here to attend a celebration party event that is being done to honour the late Lauren Silverman. From famous celebs, directors, rich businessman to billionaires from all over the world, they are all here at this grand luxurious mansion. And it is even being rumored that the president might be one of the honored guests attending. Apparently millions of dollars have been spent in hosting this party as you can expect nothing less from a party of this magnitude. From the tightened security of many man in black everywhere to the w

After calming down, the billionaire only said coldly, “I’m not eating anymore. Go back to your room. Just looking at you makes me sick. From now on, unless I allow it, don’t appear in front of me.” His gaze was sharp as frost, colder than winter itself. The billionaire made people dream, only to stomp them straight into the depths of hell afterward. Danielle understood now. She meant absolutely nothing to this man. Danielle could only swallow her humiliation and return to her room in silence. Any other girl would have thrown herself onto the bed and cried her eyes out, throwing a tantrum for attention, but she was different. There was only a dark, brooding stillness about her, because she wa

With billionaires, the line between them was thin. He'd chosen Le Bernardin, where seven-course lunches cost more than most monthly salaries. Elena had learned to navigate such spaces, though her wolf still found them suffocatingly civilized. "Straight to business," Castellan said after pleasantries. "I want to buy NovaTech." "It's not for sale." "Everything's for sale at the right price. One billion. Cash. You'd personally net over four hundred million after taxes." Four hundred million. Enough to buy Silvermoon outright, to return as conquering hero rather than strategic investor. Enough to never need anyone's approval again.

He got out of the car without his grandson’s help and closed the door. It was quite fun to watch the dynamic between the two men. Seeing them interact reminded me that William Caddel was just a billionaire. He was also someone’s son and grandson. When he was by his grandfather, he lost the cold domineering aura he usually had. It was intriguing to see different sides to him. It made me wonder how many more layers he had. He was a ruthless billionaire (all billionaires were). He was also a kind man who carried me to the hospital when I fainted. He was the considerate grandson who would go miles to fulfill his grandfather’s wish.

"Mr. Calder, I'd like you to meet my wife, the lovely Sophia." The man turned his head, my polite practiced smile froze on my face and blood drained from my head. He was the same man I had snapped at. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, his strong, severe jawline twitched and I felt shiver down my spine. Ethan Calder is not just a billionaire, he was the billionaire. A legend in the tech and finance world. A ruthless, private man from the one percent of the one percent, known for crushing his competition and for never ever suffering fools.

Immediately he heard her answered, he flings the door open, march to her desk, pick up the TV control and put it on. The heading news was just as he read from his phone. The cold-hearted billionaire has gone missing. Anna ended her phone call when she saw the news heading, she took a few stride to Khalifa and lean closer to him, her eyes glued to the screen on the wall. "Is there someone else known as the cold-hearted billionaire? Tell me he is not the one, no he can't be." Anna said. Khalifa put off the TV and spun around. "Sis, he's the one, he's the only businessman in the whole city L that's referred as cold-hearted."

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.