Trillionaire In Disguise Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Sera Delaney vanished from Damon Blackwood's life, leaving behind a one-line letter and a wound that never healed. When her gallery fails and desperation drives her back into the workforce, Sera walks into the interview and finds Damon Blackwood behind the desk….. He doesn't recognize her, or so he pretends. Damon Blackwood has spent five years building an empire on the bones of her betrayal. Vowing to trust no one, especially not the woman who betrayed him, he became Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. When the woman who disappeared from his life walks back into his building, he does the only thing that makes sense to him. He hires her to work for six months as his perso

“Check the tabloids. What are they saying?” My secretary's fingers trembled as she tapped the screen of her tablet. Then her face drained of color. “What's it?” I asked. She hesitated, then gave me the tablet. My breath caught as I took in the headlines: —Secret Heirs? Alec Rivera’s Hidden Triplets Exposed —Six Years Later, Alec Rivera Finds Out About The Children He Fathered —A Billionaire, Three Kids, and One Big Lie —Mystery Mother, Hidden Kids: The Family Alec Rivera Never Knew He Had

I turned the handle slowly, careful not to make any noise, and pushed it open just a crack to sneak a glance. There he was. Julian stood in the middle of the room, his back partially turned to me. His posture was tense, his voice steady but firm as he spoke. A few men were standing around him, all in formal suits, nodding as they listened to him. I blinked, unable to move, unable to think. My Julian. The man I’d spent so much time with. The man who had supported me, comforted me, and believed in my dreams. He was the secret billionaire everyone had been talking about? The one sponsoring charities, helping the needy, all while staying completely hidden from the public eye?

He really did not know who she actually was and what was she capable of. "No, No, No I am not the son of any militiaman, I am just a peasant who has this secret of yours and believe me, I can be scarier than a son of a militiaman. Now that if you have had a taste of your own medicine, you can go or I can make you go by saying more embarrassing things." Jacob was fuming but didn't dare to do anything and left stomping. He was just a 17-year-old boy after all, who was unnecessarily proud. If his father got to know that he got into a fight and that too taking the family’s name then he would be dead for sure.

And I pathetically still love him. Why? I am scared as hell too. Why do things like these always happen to me? Why can't I have a bit of normal life? How could I never notice? Why didn't I look deeper? Was I that ignorant? Remembering what was in the files and letters, people described him as. A ruthless killer. A monster. A devil. I fell in love with a devil. He was the billionaire in disguise.

“He’s not who your stepsister has made him out to be. He’s not just some… ordinary man living off her.” Bianca looked skeptical. “You mean the freeloader?” Veronica shook her head slowly, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “No, darling. I think we’ve underestimated him. Drastically.” Bianca put down her phone. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Veronica leaned closer, “he was on the phone talking about millions… shares… foreign business deals. He sounded like a man in control. Not like some broke husband tagging along at family dinners.”

Getting inside my car leaving my brother and maya behind I was devastated, many things running in my head, did he plan to just use me and dump me because he would have known being this famous and hiding his reality wouldn’t last long. As soon as reached Miller industry’s head office, I made my way towards the reception asking for Ivan Miller. “I need to talk to Mr Ivan Miller, can you tell me the way to his office”, I state professionally. I could see from her eyes that she is judging me from my outfit. I mean who will come to a multi million company wearing a white shirt and leather pants with a bikers jacket and high boots. She might be thinking am some gang member trying to kill her boss.

The officer hesitated. “Our analysts believe John’s net worth may already exceed fifteen trillion dollars.” The room erupted in quiet murmurs. Chad Kirk stood up. “That’s impossible.” “Markets would collapse if someone controlled that much capital.” Dennis shook his head. “That’s exactly why he hasn’t revealed himself.” Shawn Mccart leaned forward. “He’s hiding his influence.” Dennis nodded. “Exactly.” “Every deal goes through shell companies.” “Every acquisition routed through proxies.” “Every transaction hidden by that AI.”

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

The moment I heard the name Charles Goldberg ,a chill ran down my spine. It couldn’t be the same person. Charles Goldberg? The playboy billionaire who graced every tabloid cover, known as much for his business acumen as for his revolving door of women? What have I gotten myself into? I thought, adjusting my suit in the mirror. But I couldn't back out now. My disguise as a man would protect me. He would never know. I was going to be one of many in his empire, just another faceless assistant.