The Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

he screamed, throwing the phone on the wall as it came crashing onto the floor. This is not the kind of life Alexander wanted but fate gave cruel luck to him making him to chose the path he wanted the part his father always directed him to he has never lived his life he has never smiled truly to himself all this while he has been living the life his father wants him to as a young perfect Billionaire. As Alexander Walton McMillan the CEO of Grand Gold empire. It was never his own life. Alexander quickly picked up his car key and in a hurry, he rushed out of his room.

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”

I said to him. I called Joe to get me some girls maybe four girl for tonight, ending the call and talking about girls maybe the sexy girls is not working today, I dropped my phone and entered the bathroom to shower. Coming out of the shower with a towel. My billionaire friends were already calling me and asking me about tomorrow telling they were invited and that they are gonna come with different girls for me and for everyone laughing and ending the call. I started thinking about sexy girl who knows what she’s gonna wear, besides just in few minutes the news have already gone all over the world about my anniversary, 'Life of a trillion dollar man', I said to myself with a smirk on my face

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

"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?"

But then again, I couldn't have said that to Stella. "Just curious." I whispered. I felt the couch dip slightly as she turned towards me. "Well, he is the CEO of the biggest company of New York. His dad's a rich guy. He himself is a rich guy. I mean, you go to his apartment and your mind blows off. He, on the first hand, is really rude. He thinks of himself as the biggest and most strongest man. And blah blah...he switches his girlfriends like about two times in a day and those girls would be the meanest you can ever see."

They both turned to look at her and they didn't look terrified, surprised, or display any form of emotion at all. Xalia wanted to apologize but she was curious about one thing. What Emily had just said. Jack isn't a billionaire, he is a millionaire so how did he become a billionaire in one night? “What do you mean, cheers to being the latest billionaire in the city?” Xalia asked nervously with her voice trembling and Jack smiled. “Oh, your lawyer hasn't called you yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “You signed everything you have ever had to me last week after I gave you the best fuck of your life. You have nothing, Xalia. All you have ever had is in my name!”

Five years ago, Janice Soto stepped into her dying twin sister’s life to keep Eden Duncan from falling apart. Pretending to be the woman he loved was supposed to be temporary, a final promise made in a hospital room filled with goodbye and grief. But somewhere between borrowed kisses, late-night silences, and the life they built together, Eden fell for the wrong sister without ever knowing the truth. When the deception finally shattered, it didn’t just destroy them, it nearly killed him. And before Eden could wake up and face what she had done, Janice disappeared carrying the one secret that belonged to both of them. Now she is back in New York, stronger, colder, and no longer willing to l

"My sister was twenty-three when Richard Blackstone had her committed. Beautiful, brilliant, with her whole life ahead of her. They took everything from her. Her mind. Her dignity. Her future. And when she finally died, no one cared. No one even investigated." "So you built an empire doing the same thing to other women? You became exactly what you hated?" "I became what was necessary." Victoria's expression hardened again. "And I was good at it. Three billion dollars annually. Fourteen countries. Thousands of disappeared women who the world forgot about because they were inconvenient." "You're a monster." "I'm a survivor. There's a difference." Victoria's hand moved to her pocket. "But this

I was silent. He was right. I never made an impact. I always caused trouble. I ran upstairs and cried myself back to sleep that morning. I had done some research on Maxwell. Maxwell Jones, real estate billionaire. He was charming. No, that was too mid. He was the type of guy fan girls would pay $100 just to see his frame. His body radiated an aura that was overwhelming. Everywhere he went, heads turned. He was breathtakingly handsome. I decided to try and make it work. He wouldn't be too bad, so I thought.