Undercover Billionaire: Comeback City Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” His eyes locked on mine, pain written in every line of his face. “Because… you’re the only weakness I’ve ever had.” And before I could answer, his body went limp against me. “Tell me this is a nightmare.” My voice was raw, broken as I looked at the endless stream of news flashing across the screens in my penthouse office. Vellacchi Corporation to be dismantled. Adrian Cortez takes bold steps, announces IPO under his control. Ethan Vellacchi: Fallen King of Finance?

Well, except Nolan. “And who the hell are you?” Nolan spat, his voice laced with venom, though his posture screamed insecurity. I knew it when I saw it. The man next to me smirked, his confidence radiating with a aura that was impossible to ignore. “Alexander Wolfe,” he said, extending a hand as though this was an ordinary introduction. “CEO of Wolfe Industries and new owner of Black Suits. Rubby's fiancé.” If shock could be bottled, I’d have enough to power the entire city. Alexander Wolfe? As in the billionaire mogul splashed across business magazines? He was the new owner Nolan had always blabbed about?

*Popular billionaire’s daughter, Zara Wellington, was spotted back in California with Harry woods, after being away for more than two years.* A picture of them coming out of the restaurant was displayed at the bottom of the caption. The post was made few minutes ago but it had thousands of likes already and hundreds of comments. With shaky fingers, she clicked the comments and the first comment stabbed through her heart like a sharp blade. “Is this really Zara or an imposter? She looks round like a ball.”

she smirked. I nodded, pretending I wasn’t overheating in the night air. Then the bouncer unclipped the rope. Sydney grabbed my wrist. “Let’s go, hottie. This night’s about cheap drinks, bad decisions, and yapping about your intense-ass billionaire.” And just like that, I was walking into the chaos…. still half dressed, half pissed, and not fully over Corian Van Halen.

“You.” Every step, every glance, every whispered word between them had been building tension like coiled wire ready to snap. And in that moment, with the warm light reflecting off the counters and the faint smell of dinner in the air, the energy between them was undeniable. Then, without warning, Austin’s phone buzzed again, sharp and urgent against the counter. He froze, fingers tightening around it. His eyes scanned the screen, and his chest tightened. The message from Caleb read: "Boss… she’s back. The woman I arranged before… She's in the city. She’s demanding what she thinks she’s owed. If you don’t act fast, she’ll make sure everyone knows everything."*

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

My eyes swept the hallway, doors, people moving and laughing unaware. Someone here knew something and had done something and I was going to find out who. Then, my phone buzzed. “We found her car,” a voice spoke from the other end. “But,” a pause, “she’s not inside, not even Lynda.” I clenched my fist. “Lock down the entire city,” my eyes widened, “no one leaves the city or enters the city.” Anna stepped on the podium, “Good evening everyone,” Heads turned to the sound of her voice. “We’re all gathered today, for the Thorne heiress” she began, “but,” she paused, “ there’s an issue.”

“And I’m not alone. I have you, the children. And these people? They underestimate us. Just like they always have.” Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his expression shifting from concern to shock. He handed it to Belle without a word. It was a news alert, with a photo that turned her blood cold...Veronica, elegant, poised, outside a luxury hotel, smiling for cameras. The headline read: Veronica Hale Returns to the City: Business Maven Claims Ties to Blackwood Empire, Ready for New Ventures.