Trillionaire In Disguise Novels & Stories

I muttered, casually taking a pack of cigarettes from my drawer and lighting one up. "I wonder if our dear Alina knows about it." I thought with a smirk. Her lover is secretly her boss, that the man who is supposedly in love with her is just using her aa another means to a end. I imagined that the story would be really inspiring on the news. CEO Alexander .T. Clinton, disappeared for years but in reality, he was actually disguised asna worker in his own fucking company so he could go around the place with his dropout girlfriend without being judged. I laughed at the thought.

The headlines hit by dawn. “Tech Billionaire Dominic Kane’s Shocking Family Secret Exposed!” “Arrest of Ezra Kane Unravels Hidden Web of Corporate Crimes.” “Mother of Billionaire’s Secret Son Breaks Silence.” Ava stared at the TV screen in the cabin’s kitchen, Liam’s cereal going untouched beside her. Dominic’s confession letter had gone viral within hours of being submitted to the authorities. Every journalist wanted a quote, a photo, a statement. But she wasn’t interested in headlines.

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

Mikhael~ My head hurts. After all the years of hard work, I’m finally about to achieve my dream: becoming the Chief Executive Officer of Henderson Enterprise. Our business revolves around luxury real estate and property development. We're among the richest and most successful in the world. And now that I’m stepping into the role, I already have a project lined up—the Henderson Tower. It will be the city’s new landmark and a symbol of the Henderson legacy. Add to that my father’s expectations, which I always seem to fail.

I didn’t want to go inside because I might attract unwanted attention. Fortunately, no one recognized me in my disguise. I wore shades and a shawl over my face, styled like a hat. “Okay, sweetie, I’ll wait here. Take your time,” I heard someone say. It was a man in his mid-30s talking to a young woman. They must be father and daughter. I glanced at them, but they wouldn’t notice me looking because of my glasses. Since my spot wasn’t in the way of people coming in and out, the man moved next to me. He looked me up and down, and I felt uneasy under his gaze for an unknown reason. I sighed and crossed my arms, turning away from him.

CHAPTER 5 Yzarjadon Trevor Krick POV My name is Yzarjadon Trevor Krick. I am thirty-three years old. I stand seven feet tall. I have green eyes, a face people call handsome, and a body built from years of professional sports. I am famous, rich, and powerful—a billionaire many times over. I am half Filipino. My mother is Filipina, but I grew up in Germany. I speak several languages, live in different countries, and own more things than I can count.

As I arrived at the garden where I had decided to be interviewed, I've never seen this many interviewers who're going to have questions for me later. I loosen my tie and sit in the chair where I'll be facing them. I gave them a smile. "You're ready, Mr. Wilsome?" A red-dressed girl asks me. "Yeah, I responded. "We heard that you, Mr. Wilsome, the young billionaire of the Wilsome family, have already been engaged. Is that true?" My heart pounded as it was my first question, but it seemed so hard to answer.

Inside, the elevator took them down, not up. “This feels ominous,” Lena said. “It’s supposed to,” he replied. The room they entered was windowless but not oppressive, screens along one wall, a large table in the center, and light calibrated to avoid shadows. “This is where I decide what never makes the news,” Eli said. Lena’s pulse quickened. “That’s not reassuring.” “It shouldn’t be.” He pulled up a display. Names. Transactions. Projects abandoned before they began. Disasters that never happened. “Most billionaires chase visibility,” he said. “I avoid it. Influence works better when it’s invisible.”

This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single