Tony Stark Playboy Billionaire Novels & Stories

Upon seeing him in person today, she came to realize that none of those young masters from well-off families in Bradfort City could ever come close to this man. Moreover, seeing that Tony was well-respected even amongst the older generation of corporate bigshots was enough for her to fall in love with him. She quickly chimed in and said, “Dad, Miss Stark is a designer for Hart Group now; naturally, she has to respect her boss. Isn’t it the same for you in our family business?”

"If Mr. Cooper was the one who had gotten your help, you must know something about the business world. "The Starks are filthy rich. Their businesses range from finance to entertainment, as well as property. Besides that, there's also Stark Medical. It's Capital City's leading medical equipment company. It's rumored to be worth billions. They also have a research center under their umbrella known as Bactria Technology that focuses on genetics…" Esther kept explaining. She seemed to know them very well. "Hadley's mother is the wife of a high-ranking government officer. Don't even think about doing anything to him!"

“Men should be like Kleenex, soft and strong and disposable.” - Unknown author. Eduardo continued the presentation as if nothing had happened. He didn't give a damn what his peers thought of him. People talked behind your back all the time. He has been labeled a “billionaire playboy” and this has made him the center of much gossip and intrigue for years.

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

he added with a mocking smile. "Here," he stretched two envelopes to her but she ignored them, he forcefully shoved it into her hand. "Turn in my resignation letter for me, okay, and you have two million to yourself. It should be enough." "You animal!" Charlotte gritted her teeth squeezing the paper in her hand. "Jacob is no doubt going down, wondering how you are going to survive if you have no one to leech off," he leaned closer. "Have I told you that you have a nice body, I know a famous club down the street you will make a perfect stripper," he smirked while she punched him.

"Leaving here isn't a choice. You've lived here your whole life." "Yeah, and it's not done me any favors. I'm twenty-eight and still without a career or a girlfriend. It's time to start moving toward having something of my own. You know how much I hate having my dad support me." "Being a playboy billionaire is most little boys’ dream jobs." "Bullshit." I laughed. "It's to be a fireman or a cop or a billionaire tycoon with loads of responsibility and girls." "Okay, so I'm not a boy. I wouldn't know, but I think you're being too hard on yourself. You have the perfect opportunity to work on your art here in Dallas and live freely thanks to your dad's money. What else is he going to do with it?"

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

When I looked up, I saw Clark striding over. The moment he saw me in Thomas’ arms, he frowned. Thomas glared at him and Gary coldly before practically spitting out, “You abducted my wife and were going to send her to a mental asylum. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Gary scoffed. “An explanation? Who do you think you are? You’re not worth my time explaining myself to you.” However, Clark’s expression had changed because he recognized the man before him. Thomas Lane was among the top 10 of Forbes Billionaires and the one in charge of Lane Corporation.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall. “Who are you going to see?” She asks as I begin to walk away. “The Backstabbing Rats.” I turn around and throw devil horn hand symbols into the air. Wyatt rolls her eyes at me. “You’re not a fan of metal are you?” She shrugs, “I don’t not like metal.” Whatever the fuck that means. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, “This is for dinner.” I hand it to her.