Unknown Billionaires Novelas e Histórias

She tried to sift through the jagged pieces of a very fucked up puzzle and not lose her shit any further. She’d wanted the truth. Had been after it since she knew the billionaire had been hiding something. And it was a whooper of secret as well. The God’s of the city, who saved millions with their supplies carted across a broken, dangerous country, couldn’t save them fucking selves. Not even with all the money in the world at their fingertips, rubbing elbows with the CEO of the LEDA pharmaceutical Corporation, they were both fucked regardless. Money couldn’t solve all their problems after all.

The gates were twice as tall as Camila expected. Or maybe she just hadn’t expected anything at all. No photos of the elusive Dante Moreau had prepared her for this—his estate hidden deep in the mountains, guarded like a fortress, his name whispered in boardrooms and on scandal blogs alike. Ruthless. Brilliant. Dangerous. And now? Her responsibility. She was here to “babysit” the billionaire. That’s what the email had said. A temporary live-in assistant hired by his legal team to keep him away from reporters, alcohol, and women for six weeks while the world forgot about his latest scandal.

She couldn't make Madam J suffer and be her bitch using Bob's money without having to explain herself, thus, revealing her last. Courtney surely couldn't skyrocket from a millionaire to a multimillionaire within months. None of the powerful men she had under her wings were willing to do so much, they weren't that rich themselves, they only had relevant positions. The other billionaires she'd managed to get with weren't insecure, they owned her like a bitch if anything, and she would only be able to scrape so much from them. Maybe some ten to twenty million from all sources.

He moved towards the bathtub and held her hands and she was still startled beneath. Leo mirrowed through those experiences with many ladies at the bar or club during late evenings.The surrounding crowd of women swelling around him because he was known to be very rich and his company The Dante's appear to be one of the greatest in the country. Ladies would gladly go naked for him, and offer their body for a piece of gold but he sensed that Clara was more modest and this caught his attention deeply. He released her hands and stepped back with a confused look still written all over her face. She wondered if he had been possessed. She wouldn't have lost her cool, if he was rather apologetic but

They have the money and the clout to keep their sick lifestyle hidden while parading in public as upstanding citizens of their country, and they weren't the only ones. If half this shit was to be believed quite a few of the rich and famous of the free world were into some sick shit that involved kids. No wonder the senator was willing to get his hands dirty to keep it a secret. There were a lot of moneyed people on that list. My boys both local and abroad have been going at this thing hard, that's why the information was pouring in so seemingly effortlessly. To a man they all hated what we were uncovering and it made them work that much harder. It's only been a few days and already they want

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

Just when I need him, he disappears. "Just keep tracking Finn and find out who his previous clients were. Maybe we can get some information on them," I demanded. "Sure thing, boss," he smiled at me sarcastically. Tsk. Maybe if Finn and those dangerous people hunting us didn’t exist, our lives would be more free, and I could bond openly in public with my family and friends. Everything we do is always done in secret. Still, being a billionaire isn’t so bad. You can buy what you want at any time and anywhere. Many rivals want to bring down the world's most powerful and wealthy because they don't want you at the top. Some individuals, such as Finn, turn to illicit ventures in an attempt to rise

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

When she got one she stepped forward and introduced herself. Financial journalist. A publication I read regularly. Firm handshake. "I've been hoping to run into you," she said. "I'm working on a story." I waited. "There's something unusual happening in the private wealth space," she said. "Someone significant has been operating in this city for about eight months without leaving the kind of footprint you'd expect. A Zillionaire level individual who has gone to serious lengths to stay invisible." She looked at me directly. "Given your position I thought you might have heard something."

she was excited to see the city and experience the fast-paced lifestyle of a billionaire. As they arrived in New York, Max took Her to his luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. The apartment was stunning, with sleek modern decor and breathtaking views of the city. Max showed Her around the city, taking her to fancy restaurants, exclusive clubs, and high-end boutiques.she was amazed by the luxury and opulence that surrounded her. As they walked through the streets of Manhattan, Max pointed out his various business ventures, from high-rise buildings to trendy startups. She was impressed by his entrepreneurial spirit and his ability to succeed in such a competitive environment