The Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

They were whispering and looking at me as if I did something wrong. I picked up the money and quickly entered our apartment. "Inconsiderate, bitch!" I want to cry with so much anger. If only we had somewhere else to go, I wouldn't stay in this shitty apartment. This apartment is so expensive but with frequent power outages! I quickly got dressed and left Thalia in Wena's care. Now I'm inside a taxi and on my way to Aragon Corporation, the company owned by Dylan's family.

His face was pale, his fingers still pressed against his wound. She turned to Jason. “What the hell was that?” Jason ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “That, Isabella, was the beginning of the end.” She shook her head. “No. No more cryptic bullshit. Who were they?” Jason met her gaze, his usual smirk gone. “A rival billionaire’s private kill squad. Alexander wasn’t just some businessman caught up in a corporate war.” His voice darkened. “He’s been running from a shadow empire—one that doesn’t just want his company. They want his life.”

I speak several languages, live in different countries, and own more things than I can count. And yet, after everything I’ve seen and endured, there is only one truth I can hold onto. Life sucks. I sat inside a high-end restaurant in Paris, tapping my fingers slowly on the polished wooden table. The place belonged to my friend Sebastian Garnier. He was French like me, also a billionaire, and just as busy as I was. His businesses were spread across different countries, and this restaurant was only one of many things he owned. The air smelled of expensive wine and freshly cooked food, but I wasn’t here to eat.

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.”

Messy one. "You're not allowed to talk about me," I said, stepping out now. Despite my voice vibrating, I stood taller. "This is no longer.”. Aria was muted by his softness and he stated "You never learn from your mistakes.". You keep running. But you leave behind parts of yourself. Are you convinced that this billionaire will love you after discovering your actions? Who you are?”. Damian growled. "What's the point?". Dylan laughed. “Ask her.”.

he mumbled on his way. Achilles also doesn't know if he will have time with his girlfriend again because his schedule is full until the holiday is over. Even if he owns the company and has billions of money that he can burn if he wants, he can’t just sit back and take it easy because he knows that there are so many people watching him silently and waiting for his downfall. “I’m just lucky that my family has old money. I need to climb to the top without anyone questioning my ability…” Before the start of their relationship, that was his goal and she understood it.

She doesn't want to buy anymore because Zeus carries too many designer bags, and she's also embarrassed because Zeus pays for all of them. "Zeus, my foot hurts," she complained with a frown. "I don't want to walk anymore. Let's go home. " Zeus smiled at her. "One last store." His snout grew longer. "Fine." She frowned as they entered a jewelry shop. What he knows is that the owner of the store is a Filipino American. His name is Clark Calvin Seville. He found out about it because the young man was featured in a famous magazine. He was a billionaire at the age of 25. No girlfriend and only flings.

Out of generosity and the kindness of my mechanical heart, I'll give them a painless death and a befitting burial. I held my stomach and began laughing out loud, I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when she realised I was just using her, I was sure that it was going to be thrilling, like eating popcorn while watching a Marvel movie. I flew out of my apartment and headed to the hideout. Even though we were an underground organisation our hideout was not hidden, our hideout was the humongous building complex of Dr H. This building had been our hideout for decades and no one had ever suspected that it was the hideout of an illegal underground organisation. The reason was that Dr.

He was very handsome, in that cold, untouchable way—like one of those fancy statues in museums. “Lennox Hart,” she said. “CEO of Hart Enterprises. Thirty years old. Billionaire. Tech genius. Widower. Has a daughter.” I looked at the screen. “Let me guess—he's selling state secrets? Laundering money? Has a hidden bunker filled with stolen artwork?” “Worse,” Shadowbird said with a straight face. “He’s building high-tech weapons and selling them to whoever pays the most—foreign governments, terrorist groups, anyone.” I gave a low whistle. “That’s a big claim for a guy who’s basically America's most eligible bachelor.”