Under His Billionaire Roof Novels & Stories

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

After some seconds he placed the intercom back. " you can come in ma'am " he opened the gate for me. " wow!!!!!! " I mouthed as I entered the compound. The interior and exterior of the mansion was covered with marble and tapestries which was clotted with gold and silver. Different varieties and model of cars were parked in the garage. He earned quite a well to receive this luxury. What the hell am I talking. His parent are the richest people in L.A and basically he's the youngest billionaire in L.A.

I asked as they dropped the third palette into my basket. "Bitch please," Lena laughed. "He's a goddamn billionaire. He won't care." "He is?" Serena's eyes widened. "Yeah, like old money type. His great grandad made a killing in oil. That's what they bought the land Mountain Ridge is built on with. When the oil dried up they moved to property. He owns all of the holiday cabins between Cedar Wood and Mountain Ridge, the ones the humans use." "Does he have brothers?" Serena asked. "Only child but you get that you literally own a castle, don't you? And you have an investment portfolio worth a fortune. The elders have been looking after it all until someone to inherit can be decided on but now y

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

He was well-spoken and articulate, with a vast knowledge of business and a sharp wit that could make anyone laugh. ******************************************* Alexander was the quintessential billionaire: handsome, confident, and commanding. As the CEO of Chimax company, he was accustomed to being in control and always getting what he wanted. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through people, and a strong jawline that gave him a look of determination.

“I don’t need those. I’ve had all that since I was a teenager. My father’s a billionaire, remember? And now, I control more men than any other woman in the world—because I’m your wife.” A dark gleam flickered in his eyes, something predatory but also proud. “You never cease to amaze me, dove.” His voice dipped into something more dangerous, something laced with admiration. “Clever little thing. Sharp as a blade. My perfect match.” His words made me blush. ************ The car pulled up to La Rue Royale—the billionaire’s playground. Gold-accented glass doors gleamed under the city lights. Guards stood at attention, only admitting the elite. High-end stores stretched before us, displays drippi

The Rossi convoy pulled into the circular drive of the Grand Meridian, the most opulent skyscraper in the city... glass and steel stretching into the stars. Paparazzi flashes crackled beyond the velvet ropes, their lights bouncing off the tinted windows of the luxury cars. Valets and security formed tight lines, working in sharp, clean choreography. The first wave of family emerged... Mr. Rossi leading with Madam Rossi at his side, flanked by Jason, Antonio, Layla, Bianca, Princess, and the others.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

It was Billionaire Elvis Presley! His massive body figure approached, his face as chilly as the icy air that appeared to fill the area. The host of the gala excused himself, leaving Alexander and me standing alone with his father. Elvis's sharp eyes fell on me immediately. "I've been hearing some pretty alarming rumors tonight, Isabella," he stated in a low, steely voice. I tensed up, my thoughts racing. "Sir, rumors?" A grim smile curved his lips. "Don't play games with me. Do you think I don’t notice everything that happens in my presence? Or that I don’t have ears everywhere?”