Unknown Billionaires Novels & Stories

He muttered quietly. I knew there was no way I could raise a bill of five hundred thousand dollars in a day. In fact, I couldn't even raise that in a week. What would I do? I didn't even have friends or family who I would turn to for help. I could hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest at the thought of losing Layla. No! I can't let that happen. She was the only thing I had on earth.

she whispered and then left Arlo alone to pick up the ruins. “Tell me what you desire the most and I will make it come true… all you have to do dear, is sign the papers,” the benevolent smile on Ms. Maybelline Markis’ lips did nothing in swaying Raya's decision. The document in front of her was a non-disclosure agreement, this document further confirmed Raya's predictions that the powerful business woman was out there to stop her from saying anything about the accident to the press. It further bolstered Raya's belief that wealthy people are the scum of the Earth, that they should never be trusted, that they only do things because it benefits them.

The air was thick with expensive perfume and the peculiar mix of privilege and power that seemed to follow the wealthy wherever they went. Champagne flowed freely as billionaires and politicians congratulated themselves on their charitable giving. Zara's stomach churned at the sight of all that wealth, knowing how many of them had secrets that deserved to be exposed. She recognized faces from her investigations—the hedge fund manager who'd destroyed pension funds, the real estate developer who'd bribed his way through building code violations, the tech CEO who'd buried harassment claims under mountains of NDAs.

Bene walked back in and made his way to the desk, dropping the note in front of Daemon. “Everything checks out. w She’s living with some billionaire, they’ve been together for a couple of weeks now. We were able to get pictures of them having dinner and at a couple of gala parties. We’re still digging to find out what she’s done with the money but at least, we have her location now.” “This billionaire boyfriend of hers, what sort of a man is he?” Daemon asked. “Reports say he’s into oil and gas and he made his fortune through it and that means he’s a dangerous man, they all are.”

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

He didn't even know that messing with his woman means that he had already messed up with his life. "Well, maybe this could help you recognize me?" he said before he called out his butler's name. Some people may not know how he looks like but everyone in the city, especially those among the business sectors knew about the notorious butler. Falcon Montenegro is a name that was also feared in the city. Having him around only means two things, Mr. Thorne wanted to do business with you, which would mean like you had hit the jackpot or, your life would be totally doomed since Mr. Thorne had sent him to teach you a lesson.

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

LAYLA. 03/60 FRIDAY. “Nothing. I can’t unearth anything on this dude. It’s like he’s off the face of the earth. Zero social media presence!” I knocked the entire file in the air, cursing at anything. “What’s funny?” I snap, kneading the base of my neck. “We are both billionaires, digging into one man who’s probably not worth half the price of my penthouse. Ironic.” “How do you know he isn't a billionaire?”

Acuriouscat: “I know that what I am about to ask is not related to this post, but, why is our prince Xavier still called The zillionaire bachelor? Isn't he already married to chairman Vanessa? And why do people call him a Zillionaire? As far as I am concerned, I don't remember him having any company of his own. In addition, I heard that he has an important position in the T&N company. But I doubt that the T&N company made him a Zillionaire” User 234: “@Acuriouscat, you're right. We shouldn't call our prince Xavier a bachelor anymore. As for your other question, there was once a day when someone saw our handsome prince coming out of the 1st ranked company and took a picture of him. They belie

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.