The Tycoon System Novels & Stories

Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she accessed the files. "What are you looking for?" Thomas asked, keeping an eye on the door. "Everything," Emma said, her voice tight. "Bank accounts, offshore holdings, assets. Leo’s entire network. He made my mothers life miserable, He took away my mother's document, signed contract and many more Now I’m taking it back " The screen filled with data accounts holding millions, properties registered under shell corporations, names of powerful allies and pawns in Leo’s web. Emma’s chest tightened as she saw the extent of his empire. It was vast, but it was about to crumble.

Said another man, and Duncan recognized him as Martin, another subordinate. " Everyone knows that the Valois family was responsible for the great growth of the Empire Group. Like his father Dominique Valois, increased growth in his time as CEO, his son did similar. Duncan Valois was largely responsible for success. " Agreed Fernand. Duncan bit his teeth, he snapped his neck and closed his eyes. He lost his life for money? That consumed him, that cruel and poisonous realization burned him like the flames of hell. Which is certainly where I’d be going for what I was about to do.

She thought because that was the only thing that she believed could make people act out of their character. “Not now, but Mr Trenor uses hard drugs and actually had a secret system he used to buy and sell them in the city. Like a side gig.” “Uhn? That doesn't make any sense though. He is so kind and…” “He might have been kind, but it was all a decoy to get people to relax around him, that was also the only way he could get through to boss and worm his way into the family during boss' vulnerable time after losing his mother.”

he asked, his voice smooth and commanding. His gaze stirred something unexpected—a warmth in the midst of the cold. I'd seen that face before, through the fog of my pain: Julian Huxley, the ruthless CEO of Huxley Enterprises and Ethan's fiercest rival. What did he want from me? As the rain poured on, a new unease twisted in my gut—this encounter felt like the start of something far more dangerous than I could handle.

I turned, his gaze still on me. “Who’s asking?”. I faked a smile. He extended his hand, taking a step closer. “Austin Marcus, it's so nice to finally. I recognised him instantly, of course he's the son of the popular Marcus Tyson ... .the billionaire Tycoon. One of the biggest shareholders in the United States. When his company reached out to work with mine, I didn't hesitate, they wanted a partnership deal to shift to the female world with their perfumes, and in the other way round, I'd have them market my product for free and still earn well.

His luscious lips suddenly curved up into an evil smirk before raising up his eyes amusingly. I swear that my heart stopped working for a moment before I averted my eyes awkwardly. He took a slow step near me as I shifted in my spot uncomfortably. Rather than stopping, his domineering figure started circling me as I stood at the middle dumbstruck. Taking each tortuous step, his paces were making me tensed up as I speculated his each movements cautiously. Cracking into a disbelief smile, he spoke still circling me, " You have nearly impressed me, Miss Young. You claim yourself a tiny hacker but you have managed to break the best security system in the state. Should I call you a master of hack

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

And it was all Ariana’s fault. The door opened, amd one of my assistants, Tyler, wakes inside, holdin a file. “Good day, Sir.” I nodded, answering him with a low grunt. “Miss Ramirez asked me to drop these files for you.” He said, placing the file on the table where I gestured to. Why had she sent those documents through my personal assistant? Was it because of what had just happened?

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʟғ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀɢᴏ "He is here." Tayson stepped into the bright luxurious conference room and promptly bows to greet his father, who was perched on the huge leather chair. His father's head raised on his accord with pride glinting in his eyes. Tayson; the heir of Huxley Visions. The only son of the global company's owner, and undoubtedly a loyal child.

I don’t move. That kind of desperation has value. Not the offer — not yet — but the insight into how far a man will go to keep breathing. I’ve been cleaning out the pigs from the system for months now. Inheriting the Famiglia’s business meant taking on the dirtiest, most brutal parts of life. And part of my job is separating what can be salvaged from what needs to burn. “You know how much you owe?” He hesitates, trying to look sane. “I… lost track.”