The Hidden Tycoon Novels & Stories

He walk away from me like I wasn't his wife. However, he is right. We might be married but he would never love me. For him, what we did was just a ordinary s*x and not making love at all. For him, I wasn't special at all. But for him, I am willing to risk it all. Matthew won't never love me. He can't show me to the world and proudly says that I'm his wife. Cause I am Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the billionaire's secret wife.

It's just that David didn't chase after her, but sat on the sofa beside him, lowered his head, and studied the jade wrench in his hand. About thirty years ago, a world-renowned tycoon passed away suddenly. And all the assets under his name were hidden by him in a very mysterious place. As long as you can find this treasure, you can have wealth that is incomparable to any in the world. You can also inherit all the power established by the man during his lifetime. That mysterious force shook the world back then. It made people from all walks of life frightened. It's just that after the man passed away strangely, that mysterious power disappeared. However, power and wealth have been circulated

I said. "Not really. We're not hiding anything. I wish we were," he said, so I looked at him, confused. What? "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled. "The only thing we have with Clarissa is Punn. That's the only secret we hold." "Please enlighten me," I said. "Clarissa and I are not really a think. I'm not the man she's in a relationship with," he said. If it's not him, then who?

He was finally a good hider! From that day on, Flicker learned to use his light to his advantage. He became the best hide-and-seek player in the entire land, and he never forgot Hoot's wise words.” Tasha smiled to herself when she heard the soft snoring of the boys. She stopped reading and looked at them. Her heart overflowed with love for both of them. They were her world, her reason, her everything. She had gained another son this season in Jayce. The boy was just so loveable, like his brother. Her heart skipped when she remembered she and Tyson had only one week before they left for Berkeley.

That's when Tsuky discovered the reason that was not found until that moment, it was about a hypnosis session where, disguised as a doctor, Hikaru went to the doctor's country house, which had one of the properties of the place they were using to be the his secret base of operations, so by collecting what the dead didn't want, the man was confiscating the reports, in which when in his mind, after the hypnosis session, where Hikaru reminded him of the secrets he didn't want to remember so much. Tsuky then, in the middle of the process, he approached them as they left the hospital, their secrets are his now, so that they are reminded about the past events, in that moment, in which now, Tsuky

Georgia reaches for my arm, but I step back. "If my father finds out there's a hidden marriage in Damian's history, everything is over and you know it. I won't be able to stop him even if I wanted to, and I know how much Sterling Empire needs our help." I hold her gaze and keep my voice exactly the same. "So I'll ask again. Who is she?" Georgia is still for a moment. Calculations run on her face, then she exhales slowly. "Come to the car." She waits until the driver pulls out of the gate before she speaks, looking out the window rather than at me.

Whatever answers were in there were like treasure locked away. Scott walked towards the building like he was leading a charge. When he walked in, people gathered in small groups, standing around while others walked back and forth. Scott made sure he wasn’t being watched. Then he made his way through the hall and up the stairway. Where would a billionaire hide his secrets? The answer came to Scott instantly. Study. Office. Scott continued up the stairway. “Up we go,” Scott muttered. Long driveway. Golden finishes. Huge fountains. If Hector Hunter was anything like his structures, his office was definitely at the very top.

The neckline of her dress was modest, but as she shifted, it gaped just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. Or I could make an offer. A financial arrangement for a single night. A significant sum, discreetly transferred, to satisfy this persistent fixation. It would be a transaction, clean and simple. No messy expectations. An email notification bloomed on my laptop. Lucas Gottesman. The oil tycoon was still begging for a meeting. I’d blacklisted him after he’d suggested a trade—Hyacinth for one of his secretaries, as if they were collectable assets. My years in global finance had been a masterclass in the depravity that power enables. Yacht parties where women were the circulating currency

"It's funded through an account linked to our family's estate. Something that's been operating quietly for years, hidden beneath layers of shell corporations." My stomach twisted violently. "You mean one of my brothers has been involved in this?" "We don't know that for certain," Tyron said quickly, though uncertainty flickered visibly behind his composed exterior. "The account's registered under an initial, not a full name." "Which initial?" I demanded, dread coiling tighter with every passing second. Tyron's hesitation stretched several agonizing seconds before he finally answered, guilt and confusion warring behind his exhausted expression. "T," he said quietly. "The same as mine."

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.