The Invisible Billionaire Novels & Stories

⸻ AT DRAVEN’S GLOBAL Evander was seen romancing a staff member in his office. He happened to be the manager at the firm because of hard work, but lately he hadn’t been coming to work because Delaney had been holding him hostage. Now he acted like he owned the place, coming to work anytime he wanted just because Alexander Draven was not always around. Evander had never met him in person. Alex had never appeared in magazines or been seen in meetings. He always sent people because he didn’t want attention. He lived like a common man in the city, and no one knew he was a secret billionaire.

"You took that from both of us!" Katya met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a weariness that went beyond the current confrontation. "You speak of rights, Mr. Dawson. Let's speak of mine. My right to choose a life free from the spotlight, free from the suffocating expectations of wealth. My right to raise my son in peace, away from the kind of world your family inhabits. You are a well-known billionaire. My previous life, the one I ran from, was one of immense wealth and public scrutiny. I chose to escape that. And your presence, your entire world, threatens to drag me and my son back into it."

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The aftermath of the gala was a whirlwind of international headlines. The tabloids called it the "Billionaire Twin War." Stock in the Ashford Group plummeted fifteen percent in a single morning, but Jade didn't care about the money. She was finally out of Lucian’s reach. Or so she thought. Two days after the announcement, Jade sat in the expansive living area of Sebastian’s penthouse, staring out at the grey, rain-slicked Manhattan skyline. The emerald engagement ring felt heavy on her finger a beautiful shackle.

“But you're not in control right now, are you?” "Not even a little bit." We sat in companionable silence, sipping whiskey and gazing out at the city that never slept. After a while, he spoke. “My grandmother would say the loneliest thing is to be surrounded by people and still feeling invisible.” I looked at him. "Do you feel invisible?" "I used to. Before I built that empire, before they had to see me." He swirled his whiskey. "Now I'm too visible. All they see is Damien Cross, the CEO, the billionaire, the bastard who never loses. Nobody sees... anything else."

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.”

I trailed off, hoping I sounded breathless and besotted instead of utterly terrified. Kevin’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He slowly sank into the chair behind his desk, still staring at me. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you, Emily Carter, went in for an interview with the most reclusive billionaire on the planet… and seduced him?” I winced. “I wouldn’t say seduced—” “You are even calling him by his first name, Emily. Didn’t you notice?” He pointed out, making me shut my mouth. “Same thing with that other billionaire.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

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