The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

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.

By this time the rain had stopped falling. "Um... Who doesn't? I'm Ricardo Rodriguez. I don't have to tell you the rest,do I?" Nat was taken aback,but she quickly covered it with a smile. "Can you walk with me?"Ric asked. He actually was out on a run,when he bumped into Natalie. He instantly recognized her,I mean who wouldn't. His company was the among the first three best in the country,coupled with the fact that he had business with the Mafia.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

At that time, everyone was shocked. Those people who were still mocking Thomas just now felt so shocked that they could not close their mouths. Their smiles also stiffened. “I didn’t hear it wrong, right? The transfer was successful?” “What the heck! This man is a hidden rich man. He can just take out $200,000,000. So rich!” “Hold on, this isn’t right. If he really has $200,000,000, that means he was really bidding on it instead of raising the price for fun!”

Tell him to meet me at the basement he says hurriedly, not taking his eyes off the image on the phone. The basement is his secret hideout. It's a place where he also keeps all his security tools and all his cash. It's five stories underground building just below his main garage. Over here, he keeps eighty percent of his money made from the clubs. That way, he doesn't pay tax on them. Smart move for a smart brain. He only sends twenty percent to the bank and even that amount makes him a billionaire. Only Pluto and Acid know about the basement and they have sworn to take this secret to their grave.

“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.”