The Hidden Tycoon Novels & Stories

Naturally, he was next in-line to become head of the company as his father was the first son. However, after a decade of the Scavo family cleaning up his mess, his father stupidly embezzled and failed to properly cover his tracks. When that happened, the next in line after his father swooped in to take over the mantle. That person was Don. With the Damapol project being so priceless, Don knew Haynes Conglomerate would take it away if news of the embezzlement made the news, so he ordered every member of the Scavo family to be tight-lipped about it.

“Eleanor was murdered.” He stared at me like I had just spoken a language he had never heard before. “Who told you that?” “I found out myself.” “How?” “Your mother left something behind.” His eyes sharpened. “What?” “Her journal.” He leaned closer. “What journal?” I looked away. “The journal where she wrote everything she had discovered about Victor and the Ashworth family.” Damon’s face hardened. “What did they do?” I closed my eyes. “Victor was involved in illegal financial dealings, and Eleanor found out. She was going to expose him.”

He paused, his hands sliding down to rest securely against my waist, holding me flush against his hips. "For a long time, I let my father's ghost dictate how I protected this family," Tyler continued, his gaze burning into mine with an absolute, terrifying devotion. "I thought that keeping you hidden, keeping our relationship fractured in the public eye, was the only way to keep the vultures from using you to destroy me. But you showed me in Madrid that our partnership isn't a vulnerability. It's the only thing that makes this empire completely untouchable."

It unnerved him. Tyler: Who are you? Unknown: Instead you should ask me what information it is that I'm talking about. Tyler dropped his phone. Probably just spam, he thought. He was about to block and report the chat when new messages flooded in, and reading them left him breathless. Unknown: You're missing out so much, Tyler. You're robbed of an important part of your life— Part which makes you more blessed than Hunter MacIntyre. Tyler: What is it? Unknown: Ezma. I know where she is. And she's hiding a secret from you.

She suddenly sat up when she couldn't feel Tyeron. "Ty?" she called the man and immediately got out of bed. She stopped when she saw the man standing outside the room, talking on his cellphone, and it was clear from his expression that the person on the other end was delivering bad news. She hugged herself and remained standing there. While Tyeron kept cursing under his breath while listening to Mikael, yes, he is now talking with Mikael; his friend is saying that he should be in Manila tomorrow because the organization is already looking for him. Yes, they have an organization whose name is HxH, meaning Hidden×Hideout, and yes, they are part of it: Mikael, Meruam, and even Heckson, except f

She displayed an internal document referencing a secret offshore facility registered under Voss’s trust. “Hidden island compound. No official name. Multiple encrypted security clearances. This is where they keep the real records, the kind that could bury the entire Architect hierarchy.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Then we go there.” Ava’s stomach twisted. “That’s a serious risk.” “It’s the only way,” Lucia said. “We expose the entire structure from within. Not just Voss. All of them.” --- Two nights later, the plan was set into motion. A private jet—untraceable, registered under a shell company of their own—waited on the Sinclair private airstrip. The team was small: Dominic, Ava, Rhys, and tw

They could feel the blood in their veins freezing up. “Is that… Tyr and Winifred?” After a very long time, a Zea family member finally exclaimed. “Oh god, Tyr is actually the mysterious young tycoon who has spent ten billion to acquire the city center.” “And Winifred is that world’s luckiest woman.” By now, Jorge and Iris, too, had regained their composure.

“You shouldn’t be traveling.” “I don’t care. If I can’t go, livestream it.” He closed his eyes briefly. “…Fine.” “Ah—my head hurts—” “I’ll set up a hidden camera,” he added quickly. “Good! Hurry! Bring me the iPad and make sure the signal’s clear!” By the time he left the building, Tiesto looked nothing like the man who controlled half the city’s financial flow. He wore worn, unremarkable clothes, a discreet camera concealed on him, and climbed into a battered car with peeling paint and a dented door.

The one sponsoring charities, helping the needy, all while staying completely hidden from the public eye? I stepped back quietly, my mind spinning. The door clicked softly as it closed, and I stood there in the hallway, my heart racing. Julian… is the billionaire?

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.