The Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Eli rolled his eyes, smiling faintly, and typed back: “Tell them I’m deep in spiritual retail reflection. And surviving on vending machine crackers.” He put the phone down and stared at the ceiling. It should’ve felt ridiculous, this whole double life. A billionaire in khakis and scuffed sneakers, stacking sanitary pads like he was on a mission from God. But it hadn’t felt ridiculous. It felt… fun. No one fawned over him. No one sucked up. No one acted like he was special. And the welcome party?

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

XANDER’S P.O.V “I’ll make a donation of 1 million dollars which must be split equally amongst the doctors and nurses who were in surgery yesterday,” I said to the head of the hospital. “Mr. La’Vardo, that is very generous of you, but the doctors and nurses were merely only doing their job.” He said with gratitude. “They have both my wife and baby…my wife flat-lined and they brought her back for me, my child was turning blue yet they made sure that she would not take her last breathe…1 million dollars is not even sufficient for what they have done for me! They did not only save my wife and child yesterday but by saving them they saved me as well! In fact, I think I am going to change that don

It has been thirty minutes since she arrived. Her boss told her that he will follow. But he didn’t show up yet. She faced mixed emotions. Fear, hunger, delighted, and lost. While she was waiting, she already took down notes, writing the highlight of her exposé. She read it. The Billionaire and The Trans By: K.Robbins The sizzling hot billionaire was seen dating a beautiful transgender woman in Aqua Condominium! He booked room number 069 in Presidential Suite. The affair was not yet made to the public. But it seemed that the billionaire was having a fun time with her.

The arrogance in his voice made me want to punch a few teeth out of his jaw, but I minded the police standing outside the cell. “Why would I fucking gloat?” I asked, glancing at the handcuffs. “Do you perhaps think I’m like you?” “You may not be Joshua Wilson screwed, but you are. In your own way. You’ll fucking destroy her.” “What makes you so sure of that?” He laughed, the sound hitting the wrong nerves. “You’re the billionaire with a reputation, one I wanted to save Joy from. There are women all around the world splaying their legs for you and you’re suddenly into an emotionally damaged chick who could easily be moulded?”

I could only hear the ticking of the clock. “I’m sorry…” I let out a small, breathless laugh. “Did you just say billion?” “Yes.” I shook my head slowly. This had to be a mistake. Recently, I was begging my husband not to leave me and today… “You’re saying I’m… a billionaire?” I whispered. “Yes, Mrs. Debbie.” Nothing felt real anymore. Not my marriage. Not my pain. Not even this. I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking but something else was there now. Something new that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Control.

In the end, excitement won. I couldn't wait any longer. Inside my purse was a small white envelope containing the ultrasound image that had changed my life forever. Twins. I was carrying twins. Even now, the thought felt unreal. A soft laugh escaped my lips as I walked into the hotel's marble lobby. What would Ethan's face look like when he found out? Shock. Joy. Maybe even tears. Most people knew Ethan Blackwood as a ruthless billionaire CEO, but I knew a different version of him. The man who kissed my forehead when I fell asleep on his shoulder. The man who remembered exactly how I liked my coffee.

The jeans and simple blouse make me feel like I belong to a world far from that luxurious apartment, the panoramic windows, and the impeccable decor that stunned me hours ago. Before leaving, I take one last look at him — at Ravi. His peaceful face, the stubble on his jaw, his tousled blond hair. He looks so serene, so different from the man I saw fighting pain and alcohol. I observe the contrast between us: he belongs to that sophisticated universe, with his structured and powerful life; me — just an exchange student from Brazil, full of dreams, fears, and scars that haven't yet healed. That space, those immense windows, and the silence of that penthouse feel like a world I'll never be able

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts