The Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single

"But what meetings does he attend here? Thought the wine press at my town was destroyed. Does he have a company here?" Sara nodded. "He does." Bethany wondered how rich he was cause he isn't being recognized by the media and no one talks about him. Infact, he is just like an ordinary man who had nothing whereas he owns big industries. "He is a silent billionaire I see." Sara lifted the corners of her lips into a smile, "Yes you are right. A billionaire who hates to be recognized so he makes sure to keep hidden what he does secret, leaving the world to wonder who does it."

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

After all, Anna was a woman, and Frederick believed she couldn’t be entrusted with the entire company. “The majestic mansion is up for auction today… I’m not sure who will win,” Donya Agatha started as they ate. “Casa Valiente… in the highlands of Laguna?” Anna’s father asked, confirming. “It depends on who is sure to invest more money to showcase their worth. Hidalgo has the strength to bid, but it depends on the five wealthiest clans.” “I heard the estimated price for the purchase is over 100 million dollars,” Anna added. “Who cares about this small money for the sake of greatness for those certain elite billionaire families?” Cherry raised an eyebrow at Anna.

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

If he wouldn't give me the truth, I would find it myself. I didn't stay at the office. The moment his SUV pulled away from the curb, I hailed a cab. I didn't go back to the mansion where the walls felt like they were closing in on me. Instead, I went to a small, dusty archives office downtown, one that specialized in old high-society scandals. My father had always told me: "A billionaire’s power isn't in his bank account. It’s in the secrets he buries to get there." I spent hours sifting through microfilms and old social columns from years ago. My fingers were stained with ink and my head throbbed, but I didn't stop. Finally, I found it. A grainy, black-and-white photo from an Italian gala.

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."

She said, her gaze laced with concern. “I will be okay, Maggie” I told her, then dashed out. Checking around convenience stores, I was able to go back to Maggie with a burner laptop. I inserted the flash. Accounts popped up. Stocks, assets, and everything Elda mentioned earlier. “These……they are all mine” I was stunned, my voice low. A billionaire I was just realizing that I was. I could see Maggie gulp. "With this, we can finally be able to hide ourselves, Maggie” I spoke, my voice cheerful.

“So why disguise to get me off there when you can send someone do that as a billionaire child.” “A billionaire child?” he chuckled. “Who is hidden from the public.” he completed the sentence, and I nodded. I then understood, the chairman decided to hide him or maybe erase his existence by enriching him and delete him off list. “I know you’re my half-brother’s fiancé—Evan.” he broke the silence. The part he touched made my heart pumped so fast, my stomach turning. I can’t even understand what is trying to get at. “I know how much you love each other and all that.”