The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

He, who was explaining the progress of the building to the investor, came to Elissa after being sure that all matters were in order. "What's wrong?" he asked. Elissa and Ami turned around. They could see the man they had been looking for. He has fine sideburns, blue eyes, and a sharp nose. His body was well-built, and his muscles were so hot. For Ami, the sweat that adorned the man's face added to his impression of masculinity. It is Ami's first time seeing a dashing man in a dirty building like this. It was like seeing a diamond among a pile of garbage. His looks were too maximal.

I’m still the only child of my parents, I’m not ready to die yet. When they confirmed that everywhere was okay, we were asked to go down the stairs one at a time and I let Heather get down first before me. When I got down to the basement, I saw the reason why General Harold and the guys were stunned by what they saw. Judging by the things down here, it is safe to say that Richard was the richest man in this country when he was alive, I mean even after death. There are floor-to-ceiling shelves all around this basement and it’s all pulled up with gold and precious stones, making the basement glitter.

Despite being praised and complimented by everyone she met, Celena remained humble and kept reassuring everyone that she would continue working hard and not disappoint her grandfather. Meanwhile, the five chairmen stepped out of the building and approached a man who was standing by the side of the pavement, smoking a cigarette. All of them had looks of awe and admiration on their faces because there was another man standing right next to the first one, staring at him with respect. This second man was none other than Kolten Reath, the richest man in the entire Drunham City. Yet, the richest man in Drunham City was at the beck and call of this mysterious man whom they had never met before. Des

I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog. “No known relationship status.” That line caught me. He has no woman in his life? That’s surprising. Other billionaires usually have countless exes, but he seems different. That’s another reason why I’m drawn to him. An example of a typical wealthy man is Ryker. That fool changes women like he changes his boxers. I feel disgusted remembering how desperate I was, and how I ended up giving that eel my pride. I read more blogs on other celebrities, even Mena.

I was expecting her to be the first to accuse me or confront me for stealing her man. Did you steal her man? My subconscious asks me. Sitting right here and waiting impatiently for the results, I catch a glimpse of Zayden's hand shaking. The man begins to call the names of the top 10 richest men in New York up to the fifth. The tension in the hall intensified. Zayden closes his eyes and mutters an inaudible word. "The fifth best is Richard Monteiro", the man announces sharply. Zayden opens his eyes sharply to search for someone. I see a man stand up from a seat nearby and Zayden glares at him coldly.

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

Then he reached for one of the drawers on his desk and pulled out a thick envelope before sliding it toward her. Sophia stared at it in confusion. Even without touching it, she could already tell what was inside. Money. A lot of it. Her chest tightened. “What is this?” she asked quietly. The manager leaned back in his chair before answering. “It came from Mr. Hudson’s people.” Sophia felt her throat go dry. “They reviewed the CCTV footage and saw you entering the VIP suite last night,” he continued. “They instructed me to hand this to you personally.” Sophia slowly looked down at the envelope again, her fingers trembling slightly.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

“Come in. Let’s have a cup of coffee.” “I am not stepping inside until you explain what the hell happened and how the fuck you are not dead,” Damian snapped. Richard rubbed his face. “I made some bad investments,” he admitted. “Dangerous people were after me. I had to disappear.” Damian stared at him like he had completely lost his mind. “You made some bad investments?” Damian repeated in disbelief. His laugh came out bitter. “You fucking embezzled money, got involved in illegal activities, ruined lives, and instead of manning up and fixing your mess, you ran away?”