The Hidden Tycoon Novels & Stories

They are the only things that matter. She moved through the ballroom of the Grand Hyatt with the grace of a ghost, weaving between CEOs and socialites. She had spent five years perfecting the art of being invisible. In the small town in Maine where she’d fled, she was just "Elara the Baker." Here, she was a nameless servant. It was safer that way. "Champagne, sir?" she asked, her voice a practiced, neutral low. The man didn't turn, merely took the glass. Elara moved on, her heart hammering. She was doing fine. She was safe. The world was big, and the chances of seeing him in a city of eight million people were…

"From the information I've gathered, she has already returned to Hultic. The ten billion in Herbert's possession came from Hultic, right? I believe this woman is definitely related to the guarantor behind the scenes. "We already know what this woman looks like, so it should be easy enough to look into her." Yuna glanced through Jade's information while listening to him. "Yeah, that sounds good," she said, then picked up the second set of documents. Jeremiah pointed at it and said, "This is the Mr. Smith you mentioned, a mysterious tycoon from Hultic. His information seems to be kept secret, so we only know his full name is Jacob Smith. "I haven't found out how he got to know Herbert, though.

“This one’s short. And fugly. He looks like he's in his mid 50's. A rough fifties.” “You're searching the wrong thing.” “Girl, I’m searching everything.” I bite my lip. “I guess Lex doesn’t like publicity.” She continues scrolling. “There's no connection with the company and any man called Lex. Oh God, there's Julian Langford.” “Who?” “Julian Langford. Elena, do you know how huge this family is? They own companies all over the fucking world. Hotels, real estate, tech, finance. I didn't know the company Nathan works for is one of theirs.”

If I could have it Alva’s way, I would scream his face that I wasn’t buying his act. “Years ago,” I began, hating that I had to keep the details a secret. “A woman walked into your office and told you she was pregnant. Do you remember what you told her?” Without waiting for answer, I continued. “You told her to kill him. That child you didn’t want. I wanted him so I kept him and I have managed to raise him until now, All without your help Mr. Sica so I am begging you, please go. Leave us alone and never turn back.”

Ethan leaned closer to the screen. His voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s very real.” Because the total number at the bottom of the document was staggering. Not millions. Not billions. Trillions. The money wasn’t just company wealth. It was an entire hidden financial network. A global investment system. Older than Blackwell Industries itself. Lila felt dizzy. “My mother built this?” “No,” Ethan said quietly. “She protected it.” The final file remained unopened. III The letter. Lila’s hand trembled slightly as she moved the cursor.

Instead, he stopped in a secluded corner and pulled out a thick stack of cash. My pupils constricted. Even accounting for inflation, that was easily a hundred thousand dollars. Over a decade ago. My wolf bared its teeth in my mind. Impossible. Tyler was just an ordinary worker at a crematorium, no inherited wealth, no underground dealings that we knew of. He peeled off part of the stack to pay, then retreated again, his shoulders hunched. His phone rang. The moment he answered, his posture changed completely. He bowed, nodding repeatedly, his face twisted into something servile and fearful.

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

But don't worry, it will be revised soon so it's comfortable to read. Season 1 of The Hidden Billionaire is over, readers. I'll be back for season 2, readers, but probably won't be as fast as the season 1 update. Thank You, Zila Aicha

"We are. And we'll protect what's ours, no matter the cost." As my secretary Candace left the room, I returned my attention to the reports before me. Tyler and Jake, their history, their actions—they were a puzzle, a challenge that demanded a solution. I opened the final document in the stack, my eyes scanning the lines of text that unfolded before me. The information was a puzzle, a web of connections and investments that painted a picture of Tyler and Jake's world. And within that labyrinth of data, a revelation emerged—a property, hidden beneath layers of deceit and misdirection.