Under His Billionaire Roof Novels & Stories

Inside, the space was luxurious—floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, sleek leather chairs, and a stocked bar that likely held bottles worth more than her entire yearly salary. The door clicked shut behind them, and Adrian turned to face her. She crossed her arms. “So, is this the part where you try to scare me into silence?” As he made his way over to the bar, Adrian chuckled. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, taking his time before answering. “I don’t intimidate people, Ms. Oke,” he said smoothly. “I offer them choices.” She scoffed. “Is that what you call it?” He took a sip, watching her. “I call it business.”

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

The gate opened automatically, and he parked carefully. “Xavier, is this where you reside?” I asked weakly. He didn’t answer. Maybe he didn’t hear me because my voice was low and weak. I followed him inside. The house was vast and cold, with white stone walls greeting me and floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything screamed power. Wow, this house truly belonged to a billionaire. I gathered my courage again because I couldn’t keep showing my weakness. Xavier might take advantage of that. “Xavier, is this where you live?” I asked loudly, forcing confidence into my voice.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

Ethan Cole stood out on the balcony of their huge island villa, the spot they'd run to for their honeymoon after Richard's bloody end. Waves crashed below in a steady rhythm, kind of like the pounding of his heart from last night's wild session. The merger had turned Cole Hale into a massive trillion-dollar company, with stocks flying high and the board fully on board. Down below, Alex splashed around in their private pool with Elena, her baby bump shining under the sun. Noah came out from inside, his swimsuit hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock tempting through the fabric, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "The kid's asking for you. Says he wants to build sandcastles with h

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

“I believe someone wants you dead and has for a long time. The rest… I need time. But I’m not letting them touch you.” He took her hand again. It felt small and cold in his. Something protective stirred in his chest. He had always noticed Vivienne, even when she stayed quiet in the background. Now that she wasn’t hiding, the feeling had grown stronger. “You’re staying at my penthouse until this settles,” he said. “No arguments. My security is tighter than anywhere else.” Vivienne nodded slowly. “Thank you. I didn’t want to ask, but I’m scared, Roman. Not just for me. Victor Crane has been feeding them information. He’s mixed up in bigger financial crimes tied to the estate.”

His grip tightened just enough to send a clear message about who held absolute power here. “You want to go to the hospital? Fine. But you will go as my wife, under my escort, without causing a PR disaster for Cross Holdings.” He didn’t wait for my agreement. He hauled me back into the room, tossed a heavy cashmere coat at me, and ordered, “Put it on. We’re leaving.” The private elevator ride down felt like descending deeper into his kingdom. When the doors opened at the subterranean level, my breath caught. Row after row of pristine hypercars stretched beneath glowing LED lights—an underground fortress of unimaginable wealth. I stared at the endless glinting metal, completely overwhelmed tha

Aurelia having my number isn't a mystery; she was the one who personally oversaw the paperwork during the contract signing. What makes no sense is why she's calling my personal line on a burner. I smooth down my robe, unlock the bathroom door, and step back out into the bedroom. The suite is vast and quiet, dimly lit by soft wall sconces with only the low hum of the air unit filling the room. My eyes fall directly on the transparent bassinet standing right beside the wide, plush queen-sized bed. I walk over, my steps steady against the floorboards, and stop at the edge of the crib.