The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

“Tell me, did you ever find the nine hundred million?” His face shifts. I love it. I watch him put it together. “You…” he breathes. “ You hid my money.” “Haha, Richard, it was never yours, and I cannot wait to see you explain yourself to your Underworld bosses,” I sneer. “Where is it?!” he explodes. “Where the fuck is it?!” I smile. Quiet. Cruel. My thoughts are dark as I look at him. Yes, Richard. Please squirm. The dirty money you tried to kill me for, you will never find it.

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.

She thought of her mother, bedridden from illness, relying on expensive treatments they could no longer afford. “What do you know about him?” she asked finally, her voice subdued. “Adrian Blackwood is one of the most successful businessmen in the country,” Richard said, seizing the opportunity. “He’s built an empire from the ground up. But...” He hesitated. “But what?” Sophia demanded, turning back to face him.

The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day.

" I found the boss's secret hideout and begged for a loan. He agreed to give it to me and he made me promise to pay it back after a month. I agreed. Well, I'd do anything to repair my son's failing heart." That was it. Wait! Boss's secret hideout? What does that mean? My dad was a driver for this rich man I never met before. I didn't even know anything about him, but why would a rich man have a secret hideout? From what I heard, he earned his money legally. I flipped to the next page. I checked the date. Weird, my dad wrote this the following month. " He sent his men after me. It must be because of the money."

In the tone of his voice, he did not immediately believe what Arya said. My attention is on them because they are next to each other. Maybe they have known each other for a long time. Arya glared at the man. Arya was ready to speak but I preceded the woman. "Señorito Keeion?" my confirmation. There's a lot of traces in his body that this man is rich so there is a good chance that he is Señorito Keeion Arya and Aunt Cora are referring to. He is the one who can answer my questions, especially about my condition which they are preventing me from knowing.

He nodded then asked me to put him down so he could continue playing. “Now tell me what’s wrong? I thought you are all excited about coming back here and starting afresh. What happened and why are you crying.” Yes, I am. I was excited to be back in the city when I had no idea I would meet him. And even if I met him, I had no idea he was going to be that rich and dangerous. How could I had known he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. She had no name then.

"We both knew there's nothing wrong with what we're doing. We're also not stepping on anyone. I never became a married man and you're single as well. Let's just let them think whatever they want if ever they find out. I'm pretty sure they won't though. It was only you and me who knew what happened during our wild nights together. Nobody will know. This will be our kinky little secrets...." he reached my face so I could lift my gaze and make our faces equal. "....You are my kinky little secret," he then kissed my lips. His voice is so gentle and sweet.

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

“I’ve always wanted to see what kind of a woman you are.” Woah, halt! What does he mean by that? Am I that popular? I know that my family business is, but me? I doubt it very much. There was a discreet exchange of looks on both of them which I didn’t miss out. There must be some kind of information they have that I didn’t know about and it made me wonder what it is. “I’m Rohan Yash Maharaj Ambani by the way, Secretary of the Fancy Pants Club and a Kamasutra Guru.”