Under His Billionaire Roof Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Then again, Bentley was a man of many mysteries, and the rugged style of his penthouse complimented it. “This is a beautiful home,” I said. “Larger than it needs to be for one person, but very beautiful.” “Yeah,” he chuckled. “Maybe someday, if I get lucky, I’ll have a family to share it with.” He walked past me with the bottle of alcohol pressed to his lips. He seemed different behind closed doors. Like he was in a state of reflection or wanted something more out of life. I would have never imagined a billionaire to suffer from depression. But the old saying goes: money can’t buy happiness.

Other times, I thought he couldn’t stand the thought of me. He was very confusing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if it was you or not so I had to follow you to find out.” He explained. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?” I turned the question to him. “I have a house here,” he said. Oh, of course. He was a billionaire with lots of money. It was a given that he had a house in the most luxurious estate in the world.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

For the first time, I got to see another area of the house - and maybe the last time too. But everything I saw caught my attention. It all looked so amazing that it was easy to forget where I was going and the situation surrounding it that left a heavy air handing in the atmosphere. If I just assumed that whoever this man in whose house I am kept captive was a mere millionaire, then I was absolutely wrong. He is a billionaire, a filthy rich man that definitely got a lot of people at his feet. From the furniture - which screamed African blackwood, to the quality curtains and the whole design of the room which screamed Asian type billionaire.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

"But it's so late, do you think we can go and come back before morning?" She asked confused. "You are with a billionaire, my love. And billionaires don't go to the theatre for movies. They have a multiplex at home." He smirked. "Hmm, arrogant much?" She mocked. "You don't look like a man who is interested in movies." "I watch my movies on a big screen." He smirked mischievously. "I didn't hear that." She doesn't want to know what he watches. Probably some fucked up tortures. She gasped excitedly when they entered the lavish room. Big screen and comfortable sofa chairs.

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

Almost. Every time I saw Xade’s name flash across the television, new projects, global expansion, smiling for cameras as the youngest billionaire in the country, the anger returned. I knew then I couldn’t stay buried in grief forever. One cold evening, as I rocked Cade to sleep with Silvia knitting behind me, I spoke. “You’ll know your grandfather’s name one day, my love. And when you do, you’ll know I didn’t let it end this way.” I turned to her as Cade had finally gone to sleep. “I’m planning to start over.”