Tony Stark Playboy Billionaire Novels & Stories

There were more names, more contracts, more worlds to build and break. ​The girl who made pancakes was dead. And as I turned my attention back to the glowing screen of my monitor, I realized I didn't miss her at all. *** ​The dust from Lucas’s public execution had barely settled when the reality of my new life began to assert its true weight. It was one thing to destroy a man; it was quite another to lead an empire. The Smith Tower wasn't just an office building; it was a vertical city of ambition, ego, and whispered treacheries. My father, Richard Smith, had built this world on the bones of his competitors, and now he expected me to breathe life into the cold machinery of our retail divisio

He chimed in, “There is a certain allure to the terms ‘billionaire’ and ‘playboy.’ When combined, they create a powerful image. When separated, it is so different.” “Different how?” Florence asked. “When you are a playboy, you are powerful, yes. But when you are a billionaire, you are more powerful.” He smiled calmly, which she found weird and she felt a bit frightened. He added with a smile, “However, it is important to remember that it is just a caricature, a simplified and exaggerated portrayal.”

His throat closed around a snarl, but he forced it down. Instead, he straightened, cold fury tightening every line of his body. “Enjoy your relationship with new money while it lasts, old man,” Leonardo said, voice ice-cold. “Because Mr. Gunnar is still new. His foundation is young. Fragile.” He took a step back, his shadow stretching long across the floor. “Generational wealth," Leonardo hissed, "is a beast you don’t replace overnight.” Mr. Rossi’s eyes gleamed, sharp as a knife’s edge. He tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the table with his fingers, unimpressed by Leonardo’s threat veiled in careful words.

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

I smiled. Tommy, Aldwin’s close friend, was also a billionaire, though far less wealthy than Aldwin. He had inherited a legacy: the Parker Group, a centuries-old conglomerate. He was a certified playboy; every lady’s piece of cake, and was always in the news for one dating scandal or another. Aldwin, on the other hand, didn’t look excited at all, for a man whose proposal had just been accepted.

He had already done his worst, the way I see it I should just give him a piece of mind. “Right now you're like a kid stung by an ant that decides to crush it to pieces, even if it can't hurt him” I said sniffling my nose. “ I've heard so much about the billionaire behind the scenes. Ruthless and known for hard deals and also a playboy. I've seen enough to know that the playboy thing is not true, but I see the man behind the mask. All you've got is mummy issues you can't bring yourself to deal with…”

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

"He does that, that the reason he refused to get married or get a girlfriend." "So who is the pretty lady at that office?"he asked smirking. "That my pathetic secretary." I replied. "Ohh, she is one cute dove." He commented. "Yeah, that the girl Tony dated and dump her for my cousin." "Oooo…..really, Tony got eyes men. He tends to have the best." "Well I don't care about that. He went ahead with the arrange marriage planned for him and my cousin." "Really, they still do that? I thought you stopped it."

It's impossible to miss his hotness factor. There's no doubt about it, Vincent Valiant is one of the hottest rich men in America. He may be a Warren Buffett in investing and Bill Gates in technology, but he is a Robert Downey Jr. in looks. Some girls have all the luck. As with most beautiful people, word on the street is he's a major dick. Ruthless in business, little is known about his personal life because it's said he doesn't have one. But can you blame the man? It takes a lot of work to build a corporation as large as his in only ten years. You don't become a billionaire at age thirty-two by playing nice and cutting checks.

They both went into Micheal car and drove down to church, where they will see the most surprising thing ever. Tony decided to come to the country early than the time arranged for him. He want to be in the airport when Jenny will be returning from China after the treatment. He want to see her, it been long he had seen her. Getting off from the plane, he walk straight to the embassy to get home, "hello sir", Tony stopped, trying to note where the voice is coming from, "hello sir, you got a minute" the man said, Tony turned to look to his left and saw young man walking towards him. The man should be in twenties and the way he is, dressed signify that he is very rich, "hello am Roland Steve" he