Trillionaire Boys Club

The Syndicate’s plans are finally made. Everything’s been building to THE GURU.

Anthony Ross is larger than life: tall and handsome, strong in body, mind, and vision. I’ve always believed what my friend Jamie says: what Anthony does onstage isn’t an act. One day, he’ll change the world.

Jamie would know. Anthony is like a father to her. It’s just one reason my crush on Anthony can come to nothing … even after we cross the line, and it starts to become something.

But now I know what the Trillionaire Boys’ Club’s plan is for Anthony, and I can’t be selfish. He doesn’t have time for relationships, now more than ever. He can’t be distracted.

The whole world needs him. I can’t keep him just for me.

Anthony has to choose between me and his mission — but I’m afraid even love isn’t stronger than destiny.

There’s only one way to secure my company’s place in the Syndicate’s plan: to impress Anthony Ross. And there’s only one way to gain Anthony’s favor: by impressing his favorite daughter, Jamie.

Unfortunately, Jamie and I have a … a history.

She doesn’t trust me, and with good reason. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to get Anthony’s attention through Jamie, and the last time nearly blew up in my face.

Jamie thinks I’m a snake with billions of dollars. That’s okay, because I think she’s a stone-cold bitch.

(A hot bitch I can’t stop thinking about in all the wrong ways, but an obstacle to my ambitions with the Trillionaire Boys’ Club nonetheless.)

If Jamie stays in my way, I’ll knock her down. There’s nothing more important to me than my company.

Or at least, that’s the way things used to be.

The Syndicate controls the world, and we control the Syndicate.That’s the way this “Trillionaire Boys’ Club” thing was supposed to work — and as the man behind the massive Forage search engine, I have my part to play.

The only problem is that between me and what the Syndicate needs is Mia Stover — the girl who loved me once, and who I left behind.

Mia hates me, and she has every reason. But I think she’s broken enough to still love me, too.

So yes, I can do what the Syndicate needs. I can manipulate Mia to get it.

The only question is, do I actually want to — or is there a part of me that’s sorry for what I did … and might still love Mia, too?

These hot, powerful men don’t impress me.

I’m not new to this secret club of billionaires. I know all about their Syndicate … and even some of their plans to control the world. I’m Alyssa Friggin’ Galloway, publicity genius, and I’ve dealt with all of them: Nathan Turner, who built the Boys’ Club, and even the insufferable Ashton Moran.

They’re all the same: all arrogance and bluster, using women like disposable things. I’m immune to their charms.

So why does the worst of the worst … Cole Freaking Ellison … intrigue me so much?

To stay afloat with all these MEN, I need to be tough. So I hold my ground. But Cole? He sees right through me to the vulnerable thing beneath.

Cole wants to control me. He wants to use me for his own pleasure.

And against all judgment, I want to let him.

“You have to fall in love,” Alyssa suggests. And then, because she’s my publicist, she adds the key word: “Publicly.”  

My name is Ashton Moran, and I’m CEO of the $2.2 billion Hurricane Apparel company. You’d think that’d be enough, but it’s not. Not for Alyssa. She says my public image sucks. She says my being a womanizer is hurting Hurricane’s brand.

So she found this girl, Jenna, who I’m supposed to pretend I’m in love with for the press. I’m not supposed to sleep with any other women for as long as this farce goes on. Only with Jenna — if she’s into it, which she will be.

I understand what Alyssa is trying to do by making Hurricane more “family friendly,” but … Me? In love? With only one woman? 

There’s no way this is going to work.

They say money can’t buy love. Fortunately, it can buy everything else.

A week ago, I didn’t know who Nathan Turner was. That’s because he doesn’t own deals; he makes them instead. He’s the man behind the curtain — more powerful even than the man in front of it.

He’s a multi-billion-dollar networker. A connector, in his own words.

Nathan’s job is to pull strings. And when I butted my way into his office, he told me he planned to pull my strings, too.

I thought I could make my own deal with Nathan, but now I’m in over my head.

What he’s connecting now isn’t a takeover or a buyout.

I think he’s forming a secret society instead: a Syndicate of billionaires who want to pool their assets into a trillion-dollar pool, then rule the world.

I’m not up to this. I’m just an 18-year-old girl.

But there’s no way Nathan will let me out now.

My name is Evan Cohen. I’m the founder of LiveLyfe, the largest social network on the planet. Now I’m looking for something new to challenge me, another way to change the world all over again.

I don’t like being in the public eye, so I need a partner. And now I’ve found one: Rebecca, with her stupid blog and devoted fans.

My friends think I’m making a mistake, hooking up with a woman who’s been hurt so much she’s a ticking time bomb—and they’re right. Rebecca’s a loose cannon with a big mouth and no filter, and she’s a threat to everything I’ve built.

But I can’t stay away from her.