The Invisible Billionaire Novels & Stories

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

“It was all an accident. I messed up my resume and, well, let's just say I got the job I never meant to apply for. And I got it." “Let me get this straight. As an executive secretary, you're supposed to brew coffee, schedule meetings, and attend meetings for this billionaire who's basically a living, breathing Adonis?” “That's the thing… I don't… I mean, I've never actually seen his face. Not yet.” “Huh?” “It's seriously bizarre,” I admit. “He's like an invisible boss. Our conversations are live and audio-only, but I have no idea what he looks like. It's like he's a voice in the darkness…"

, Thalia suggested, " I can't, my father's corporation needs every support and connection they can get right now for his project, which is the main reason for me attending this event, we're about to enter some trouble" " Going broke?", " Never", She replied firmly, " just need some hands to push the project forward", " You already have Victor", Maya pointed, " Not enough", " Not enough? ", " The project is worth trillions, it's international, construction, resorts and planes, the budget is quite huge and we need investors", " Then you'll need billionaire's connections", Thalia said, " I know right", " But would it be easy? The best way is to get married to one of them, and right now, there a

Her silence annoyed Bianca to the core and she clutched her fork. "Okay. That's enough. There's no need to ruin this morning more than it already is." Mr. Rossi said, eyeing Rene. Then he cleared his throat and reached for his glass, tapping it with his fork, drawing everyone's attention to him. "As we saw in the news yesterday, we have a new competition in town... ReF Networks Incorporation has landed the biggest deal in the country right now. Even though it's just two months old, it has climbed to the rank of a major player in the industry. One of its biggest successes is getting a 20 billion dollar contract with Apex Corporation, one of the most influential companies in Shanghai with an

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

When she got one she stepped forward and introduced herself. Financial journalist. A publication I read regularly. Firm handshake. "I've been hoping to run into you," she said. "I'm working on a story." I waited. "There's something unusual happening in the private wealth space," she said. "Someone significant has been operating in this city for about eight months without leaving the kind of footprint you'd expect. A Zillionaire level individual who has gone to serious lengths to stay invisible." She looked at me directly. "Given your position I thought you might have heard something."

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…

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

She recognised him immediately, Max Hult. The name alone sent a ripple through her memory. Everyone in the city knew it. He was the Billionaire CEO ghost. The man who avoided the spotlight so completely that people joked he was allergic to it. She had only heard about him because of how much people gossiped about him, and she had seen his picture a few times on the Internet; it was the same pictures each time because he was rarely seen out and about, but she had never fully paid attention to matters regarding him. Her plates were full with her own matters.