Trillionaire In Disguise Novels & Stories

“Walter will fall, Yelena. And when he does, you will have no choice but to sell those shares.” He turned and walked through the double doors. As they opened, Yelena saw him walk onto the stage. He lifted his hands to the cheering crowd, a bright, fake glow on his face. It was the most disturbing thing she had ever seen—a wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending to be a leader. She stormed out to her car, her mind racing.

Adrian nodded, "I needed her to believe that her success here is solely based on her talent. I didn't want her to think that it was because of any favors or influence. And she's proving herself admirably." Michael leaned back, understanding Adrian's perspective. "Well, she's certainly making a mark here. Her designs are impressive, and the team values her contributions." "Also, I wanted to know how people treat me whether I have or have not money," Adrian added. Michael nodded in understanding. "It's a unique approach, Mr. Sterling. It must have been challenging for you to keep this secret from her, especially since she's your wife." Adrian and Michael continued their conversation as they wa

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

Travis faced the newcomer, and seriously examined the man, from head to toe, vice versa. “Looks like you’re taking care of something more important than me?” Axel didn’t know if the gentleman was joking or not. He stared at him. He was wearing eyeglasses, so his eyes could not be seen. He was impressed by him. He is the only billionaire who doesn’t like to be featured in a newspaper. His family is not even popular and is not seen publicly. “I’m sorry, Chairman, there was just a little problem, and I couldn’t leave her.” He didn’t lie to the gentleman, and had no reason to do so.

Now where to find him? He wasn’t in the room he had taken her the last time neither was he in the living room. She walked all over the house making the softest sound with her feet. The house was quiet, too quiet for a man with a busy job. He was one of the moving powers charging the engines of Gem Hills ’economy. He was also internationally known as one of the richest, youngest billionaires – number 4 maybe. He was hot and fawned over by cougars, hot models and teenage girls alike yet here he was in the countryside of Gem Hills hiding in a mansion. On the walls of the house hung pictures that looked like they were drawn by children, amateurish paintings that looked unbefitting for a man of h

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

That afternoon, Tracy searched the name on G****e. She scoffed as she saw the search results. “Supermodel with a net worth of 1.7 billion dollars. Twenty seven years old. Recently arrived in London,” Tracy scrolled some more and saw several articles about her. She also saw her I*******m profile link. She clicked on it and was redirected from G****e to I*******m. "What?” Tracy's eyes popped out. "Twenty million followers?” She must be some special model and media personality. She thought. Wait a minute. She thought again. That means one thing… she must have secrets she's hiding, like every other media mogul that Tracy had exposed.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

‘James hid it very well, and it took me so long to discover his identity as the secret boss of Transgenerational Group. ‘Transgenerational New City is worth trillions of dollars. This amount isn’t the market capitalization asset but real money. ‘A trillion dollars is a whole different concept. ‘How many people in this world can spend one trillion dollars?’ thought Quincy. Meanwhile, James arrived at the repair shop in the suburbs. Repair shop, basement room. May had already arrived.