Unknown Billionaires Novelas e Histórias

“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.

Of all the devastating, world-altering revelations of the day, that was her takeaway? "Chloe! Focus! The man I'm fake-dating was publicly cuckolded by his own brother, his life was destroyed, and his former friend is now his sworn enemy, who is apparently feeding information to the press and threatening me! This isn't a romantic comedy!" "Okay, okay, fine," she said, holding up her hands in surrender, though a mischievous glint remained in her eyes. "It's a dark romantic thriller. My point still stands. You have two billionaires in a tug-of-war over you. That's objectively hot."

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

Blythe asked “No… But I do know one thing: she's married to a rich man. No, not just any man. She's married to Damien Sullivan!” “The second richest fashion brand owner?” "No, actually, he is the first now after one of the Richardson sons had gone to prison all of a sudden.!” Becky pointed out. Blythe, on the other hand, never heard about Damien's wedding; for all he knew he could be less interested, which meant he neither recognizes the wife nor knows her name. “I just want to see my daughter; feel her!” Becky added,She was already stressed out from all of the thinking and the fact that she felt like there was something she could do, but she just didn't know what.”

"I don't want an hour, Silas. I want her address, her bank statements, and the name of every male she has spoken to in the last five years. And Silas?" "Yes, sir?" "Find out who 'Marcus' is. And find out where he sleeps." Julian hung up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Below him, New York looked like a toy set. He had spent his whole life building a fortress of wealth to ensure no one could ever hurt him again, yet a single look from a woman in a stained uniform had brought the whole thing crashing down. If she had lied about being dead, what else had she lied about? He remembered the birth certificates he’d unearthed in a desperate search for closure months ago—two births register

The money, the company, all of it. "Oh, Ava." Victoria's laugh was like breaking glass, sharp and cutting. "The money was never the point. Not really. Did you truly think this was about wealth?" "Then what?" Marcus demanded, his voice hard. "What is this really about?" Victoria's expression hardened, all pretense of amusement vanishing. "Twenty-two years ago, Richard Blackstone had my sister committed to a psychiatric facility. She knew too much about his business dealings, you see. Katya was brilliant, a financial analyst with a gift for uncovering hidden money trails. She discovered his network of shell companies and offshore accounts, his connections to organized crime, and his money laun

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

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.”

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, a smile adorning his face. “And why is that?” He asked. “I’m a fucking billionaire. I am not someone who goes missing and the world doesn’t talk about. Do you know who the fuck my mother is? She will comb the face of this earth if she doesn’t speak to me today. I am not a nobody.” The words rang in my head. He was not a nobody, was he trying to mock me? To splash the situation back in my face? That was a fucking low blow and it made me curl in pain.