Trillionaire In Disguise Novels & Stories

"They told you that? I spent months looking for you! I thought you hated me. I thought you took the money and ran." Valeriana gasped. "What money? I never took a cent!" The realization hit them both at once. They had been played by Silas Vane from the very start. The old man had built a wall of lies between them, and they had both believed it. "He’s going to pay for that," Logan whispered, his voice dark with a promise of revenge. They got out of the car and took a private elevator straight to the top floor. The penthouse was huge, filled with white furniture and glass walls that showed the whole city. It felt cold, like a museum.

"I saw your profile. It tells me that you're a... what did you call it? 'Professionally successful gentleman.'" I laughed. "That's one way to put it. I'm in tech, real estate, and about twelve other things that bore me on alternating Tuesdays." "That's vague." "I prefer 'mysterious.'" "I prefer 'honest.'" The words came out sharper than she probably intended because her eyes widened slightly, like she'd surprised herself. I leaned back in my chair and smiled. There she was. The fire I'd sensed in her profile. "Fair enough," I said. "I'm a billionaire. I own a conglomerate. I'm thirty years old, never been married, and most people find me intimidating within the first ninety seconds of meetin

Nineteen Florence’s gaze was fixed on the man, who appeared to be a humble hotel waiter with a generous smile on his face, a comparison to the wealthy people in the ballroom that she just escaped for a couple of seconds. Little did she know, he was the infamous Spencer-Battenkurt’s CEO playboy billionaire in disguise. His humble demeanor and casual attire disguised his true identity. Despite the expensive brands he wore, she knew nothing about it, and he hoped that she did not recognize him from his speech earlier. His overall appearance was unassuming, despite the fact that he possessed immense wealth and never encountered financial difficulties.

His fake name didn’t even ring a bell, but was he for real or was he going to dump her just like her previous exes? Dig in to read the fascinating story of Susan Stack and Andrew Crown, the disguised CEO of Crown Investors, a Trillion Dollar multinational company in New York. NB: Please remember to rate, vote and follow me on the authors page. Thank you.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, shocked whispers spreading like wildfire. “A hundred million? Did he just say a hundred million?” one guest gasped, her hand clutching her pearls. “No way,” another man muttered under his breath, disbelief etched on his face. “Where’s he getting that kind of money?” "Who the hell is this guy?" whispered another voice. "He's willing to pay that much to save the Lelands?" Maria, standing behind Rene, could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know Gunnar well, but the sheer amount of money he was offering made her stomach twist with both fear and uncertainty. This was a game far bigger than she’d realized.

While she was still pacing, her eyes darted to the television screen to see images of Jamie dressed impeccably in business suits pasted all over the screen with the headline: The truth about the self-made billionaire and secretly wealthy business tycoon, Jamie Henderson, revealed. At first, Grace couldn’t believe what she was seeing on the screen. She took a step forward and squinted her eyes to re-read the words on the tv screen but they were the same, claiming Jamie was a self-made billionaire who had been secretly building a business empire for years and had hidden it while pretending to be a CFO for a growing financial company, whereas, his many businesses were being handled by his most

There was still no news about the woman carrying his heir. “And if they find her… how do I approach her?” he wondered. “I don’t want to look rich. If I do, she won’t hesitate to accept me. Every woman in this city wants the anonymous CEO of Draven Global—though none of them know how I look.” “How can I be sure she’s not a gold digger?” he asked himself. He paused, then smiled as a brilliant idea struck him. “I’ll disguise myself as a poor man,” he said. “If she accepts me, then she’s genuine. If she refuses, then my suspicions were right.”

She had to change her style to erase his suspicions. “So what brings you here?” Andrew folded his arms and asked. His deep voice sounded calm but an air of urgency milked it. Leah was somewhat disgusted by the unbranded clothes he wore but didn't immediately pick on them. He was still Andrew Crown, a trillionaire, and his outfit couldn't change that. “Us, Andrew. Don’t pretend that we never had a past,” she smiled pretentiously. Andrew got the meaning earlier than anticipated. “Point of correction. The fact remains that we never had a past.”

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

Everyone, including Sonia, thought he wasn't as they had expected. "Aw, and I thought he would be a great hottie. But it turns out he's just rich." Gwen lamented in the group chat. Caroline laughed. "Don't forget, he's the richest person in the world." Gwen snickered. "Even with all that money, it's not like he can make himself handsome. I think I prefer someone handsome!" Everyone in the group laughed. As they chatted, Cheryl sighed in the midst of scrolling through her phone.