The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Yes, but I had Donna on my side, she found previous girlfriends, and spoke to her previous bosses, between that, and what my lawyer pulled out of her, it was settled out of court." "You paid her." "Yes." "Why?" "I have money, I did pay more attention to my writing than her, so I figured I did owe her." "That's bullshit," Addie said. "Maybe, and Donna would agree with you, but I felt better for it." She opened one eye to look at Addie. "You?" "Me what?" Addie tried to avoid the question. "Why are you single?" Blake asked. "Or is it the whole water hole incident, did it scar you for life?"

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

I stared at my hands, calloused and worn, and wondered if I could even pull it off. He tapped the paper in front of him, a profile I hadn't yet dared to read. "I'll pair you with someone tonight," Conrad said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he took a sip. The clinking of the ice was the only sound in the room for a moment. "He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country."

He didn't even know that messing with his woman means that he had already messed up with his life. "Well, maybe this could help you recognize me?" he said before he called out his butler's name. Some people may not know how he looks like but everyone in the city, especially those among the business sectors knew about the notorious butler. Falcon Montenegro is a name that was also feared in the city. Having him around only means two things, Mr. Thorne wanted to do business with you, which would mean like you had hit the jackpot or, your life would be totally doomed since Mr. Thorne had sent him to teach you a lesson.

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

It was a live video transmission routing directly from a private, ultra-exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of the city. A sleek, impeccably tailored billionaire—a rival tycoon who had been quietly backing her father's offshore debts from the shadows—appeared on the screen. He held a glass of dark scotch, his expression entirely cold as he looked directly at Vivian's soot-stained form through the camera link.

I asked in a very professional manner. "Daniel Bruno." His voice echoed and my hand froze while writing his name. "Daniel Bruno.” My lips moved. Smiling, he walked to the front of the desk, standing in front of me; he put his steel gray eyes into my curious gaze. "Yes, Miss Jane." He read my name from the name tag while smiling. "I own this place." He said and I trembled. He was Daniel Bruno, a famous ruthless billionaire. He was the owner of this place. He was standing in front of me.

"Sorry, this time I won't accept objections! Good luck finding a girlfriend, my dear. Your deadline is two weeks from now." The call was abruptly terminated by the woman on the other end. It was Cassandra Delano, none other than Nicholas's biological mother. Cassandra was known for her strong-willed nature. While most billionaire wives spent their time and money socializing with their high-society friends, she was different. Instead of discussing designer bags and luxury items, she had spent nearly half her life collecting and assisting street children. Many of them were adopted and given an education, with hundreds benefiting from her support to this day.