The Hidden Tycoon Novels & Stories

Scarlett chuckled but Tyler was quiet. "How old are you?" Tyler suddenly asked stunning Scarlett as she wondered why he suddenly drifted off from the topic at hand "24" she still chose to answer. "A girl your age should still be out there enjoying life and shouldn't be thinking about all this family burden, at least for now," Tyler said and Scarlett just shrugged "I guess, I found out earlier that it was the family assets that kept us at the top and going for long, so I value it more than a lot of things," Scarlett said. "We are here" she spoke up after a long drive. Tyler watched as Scarlett's car passed through a gate that opened by itself and was driving straight towards a very big mansio

"No, the other I keep—at least until I get bored. You have two hours to make your choice." Without another word, Tyler hung up. Massimo's tracker had placed Tyler somewhere on the northern border of New York. It was a large area, but within it, Tyler owned a real estate firm. That was likely where Tyler was hiding. Or it was another trick. Had Tyler known Massimo would trace the call? Had he really anticipated the Mafia King's every move? If Massimo and Joshua's guess of Tyler's hideout was wrong, Elena and Aria would both be lost forever. If Massimo took Tyler's deal, he could at least save one of them. But who?

Clayton also did not deliberately tell Nicole about what went on in Mediania. Other places were in chaos. Tyler lost his territories and power one after another and suffered inexplicable blows numerous times. He finally realized that someone was targeting him. By then, Tyler already lost most of his territory, and what was most frustrating was that he could not find out who did it. The only thing he could be happy about was the money laundering project that went on very smoothly. At first, Tyler tested the waters with small amounts. He then gradually increased his investment. Sitting back and gaining profits without doing anything turned out to be very addictive.

“He… he wasn’t lying, Savannah.” I turned my head sharply and met his gaze. “What do you mean?” The man licked his lips, and his voice trembled. “Tyrant wasn’t the top. Not even close. He controlled a piece of the city, but the rest belonged to a network. A lot bigger than him. People you don’t even see coming. They stay hidden, but they’re the ones pulling strings.” My stomach flipped. I wanted to believe he was exaggerating, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t.

"Give me one secret. Something real. Something you’ve hidden. Leave it bare on the table before we go any further. If I’m to give you my trust—fully—I need to know what’s locked beneath your surface." The muscles in his face tightened. Lachlan McIntyre, the billionaire tycoon, the man accustomed to control and owning everything with his presence alone, hesitated. His fingers slipped from my cheek and grazed the polished wood of the desk, forming a tight fist that told me this wasn’t just a simple ask; it was monumental. "You’re asking for something no one has ever dared ask me for before," he said quietly, his gaze hardening. "But I suppose that’s what draws me to you, isn’t it? You’re not l

“Because whether you like it or not, we’re in this together. And I won’t have you making decisions that affect Lily—or me—without telling me first.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “You don’t want me involved, remember? Just a wife on paper, wasn’t that what you said?” He took a step closer, his voice dropping. “Stop twisting my words.” “I don’t need to,” I shot back, the bitterness spilling out before I could stop it. “You’ve made yourself perfectly clear, Jack. So don’t pretend to care now.” For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then his gaze flickered to the drawer where I’d hidden the letter. “What are you hiding, Stella?”

I felt a chill in my body as we entered the dazzling world of elegant dresses and champagne smiles. Across the room, I saw an unfamiliar individual. Not his mother. Someone worse. My ex. Tyler. I'm curious, what exactly was he doing here? Aria. I froze. No. It couldn't be. But it was. Tyler. He looked just as cocky and poisonous as I remembered, standing across the room in a black suit. I swelled up and bumped into Damian's side. Why? He noticed immediately. “What's it?”. I couldn't speak. My tongue felt stuck.

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

Valeriana picked up Jamie and followed him out into the night, knowing that once she stepped into Logan's world, there was no turning back. As they reached the lobby, Logan’s grip on the suitcase tightened. He stopped and stared at the front glass doors. A woman was standing there, leaning against a red sports car. She was holding a phone in her hand, a cruel smile on her face. "Going somewhere, Logan?" Rebecca asked, her eyes landing on the bundle in Valeriana’s arms. "I think it’s time we had a little chat about your hidden legacy."

Inside, the elevator took them down, not up. “This feels ominous,” Lena said. “It’s supposed to,” he replied. The room they entered was windowless but not oppressive, screens along one wall, a large table in the center, and light calibrated to avoid shadows. “This is where I decide what never makes the news,” Eli said. Lena’s pulse quickened. “That’s not reassuring.” “It shouldn’t be.” He pulled up a display. Names. Transactions. Projects abandoned before they began. Disasters that never happened. “Most billionaires chase visibility,” he said. “I avoid it. Influence works better when it’s invisible.”