Tony Stark Playboy Billionaire Novels & Stories

The only daughter of the billionaire Vladimir Bovarin, who owned the most extensive metal business in Russia. The reporter strolled closer to the striking pair, and Stavros was very welcoming. Answering every question with grace and decisiveness, glancing once in a while at the lady next to him with a smile plastered on his face. Watching the pair on my big screen, a bitter chuckle, sharp and edged with contempt, tore from my lips. A searing pain ripped through my chest, and I quickly gulped down the bitter wine, the acrid taste clinging harshly to my throat.

“What? No!” Bruce didn’t believe Taggart anymore. Taggart had never lied to him about his mate. He persistently bought time to secure his mate. Taggart was unlike any billionaire’s son, who loved spending their father’s wealth and money on parties or playing with girls. He remained single for most of his life and had no girlfriend for decades. He spends all his time conducting business, studying, exercising, or socializing with his Delta troops in his pack.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

“I don’t want us to get separated later. Emily, you spread light wherever you go and I’m so lucky to meet a woman like you.” He lifted my hand and kissed it gently. “I was so traumatized by my past that it almost destroyed me.” My heart clenched painfully. I searched his eyes and I could see the sincerity in them. He sighed, dry chuckle escaping his lips. “Everyone knows me as the billionaire playboy. Multiple girlfriends. Can’t stay committed. All that.” He shook his head slightly. “But before that… there was a loyal man who got betrayed. And that made me the way I was.”

But knowing how wealthy he was, he was probably going to gift them some of his landed property worth billions of dollars. After all, hadn't he promised to give Ava money for the property that she wanted? Then once she got pregnant, she could divorce him and then lawyer up, demanding the largest child support that would last them a lifetime. Oh dear, the perks of having a smart daughter. And so the Wilsons ignored the angry Starks and remained elegantly seated, knowing that they wouldn't even need to work to be billionaires soon. Footsteps padded against the grand marble stairs, and soon, the youngest conglomerate chairman of the Stark Corporation came into view in the most perfect suit whic

Several Months Later A black Mercedes came and stopped in front of a huge multi-storey building out of which came a gentleman in a black suit who's none other than Mark Robinson, that self made multi millionaire businessman with good looks, intelligence and the powerfull aura to die for. He is the elder son of Benjamin & Sarah Robinson the original founders of The Robinsons company, who died in a car crash ten years ago.

Kyunghee asked with his evil grin. "Sorry, I don't know sir? Do you want to tell me?” “Hmm, since you asked it directly, fine, I'll tell you now. So, I'm going to tear down this old building soon, and then with the funds from Lee Corp, I'm going to build the biggest ecstasy factory in Asia. Then I will make super tight security around this area so that no police can sniff it. I already know our police general well, so licensing and other matters will be easier. He wouldn't dare to interfere with my business, because I knew his dirty secret. Wasn't my idea brilliant, Mr Jung?"

Donovan knew it was nothing but trouble. “So, let’s get down to business,” his tone was impatient and unpleasant. Stanford grabbed the tablet from Kenny’s hand. “So, I found something interesting. Would you mind if I shared?”, it was obviously not a question. I found this really interesting cry for help online, apparently I’m not the only on who’s seen this. He read from the tablet; “I can’t stay silent any longer. It’s time to unveil the truth about Mr. Donovan Smith, the man who parades around as a well-bred gentleman while hiding his barbaric actions behind a curtain of wealth”.

"Business man. Yeah may be." It seemed like he was hiding something from San and she was curious. Finally, after pestering for few minutes, he opened up. "He is involved with the underworld and in underworld there is always fight who will take the throne. He has an uncle, the illegitimate son of the family who was disowned by his father. There is a constant fight and I am pretty sure he caused the accident of not only Gael by also his parents." San was stunned hearing the story. The person who was in her house was in Mafia. She did not want to go back knowing the man already trapped her. He took her to the bank so