A Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He was looking at the door, waiting for her. Five years ago, the world saw him as the abandoned son, the man the elite looked down upon. They didn't know he was the secret billionaire, the hidden power behind the Yates name. And he didn't know that she had only married him because she was desperate to save her sick brother’s life through the Yates medical grant. "You’re early, Elena," Lucas said. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards and up into the soles of her feet. He didn't call her Selene, but the way he spat her alias felt like a challenge.

Ruth asked. Chloe shrugged. “I got curious.” Their brother’s voice trembled. “Why would you do that?” Chloe ignored him. “You know,” Chloe said softly, “you’ve been acting strange ever since that scandal broke.” Ruth’s breath caught. “What scandal?” she asked, though she already knew. Chloe’s eyes glittered. “The billionaire. Leonard Williams.” The name hit like ice water. Ruth said nothing. Chloe laughed. “I knew it. You always pretend not to care about the things everyone else is talking about.”

Andrew's POV The hotel room was still dark when I pulled on my shirt. For a moment, I stood there in the dim light filtering through the curtains, watching the shape of her tangled in the sheets. Lily Hart I had asked the receptionist to send me her name, perks of being a billionaire. She had fallen asleep pressed against me, her breathing soft and steady, her hair spilling over the pillow in wild waves. Beautiful, too damn beautiful. I caught myself staring and dragged my eyes away, this was exactly why I never lingered. The more time you gave a moment like this, the more dangerous it became.

"Oh, come on! You spent the night with Jayden Black! Do you know how many women would die for that chance?" I rolled my eyes. "Spending the night in the same room with a self-obsessed billionaire is hardly my idea of a dream come true." Anita pressed a hand over her heart, looking as if I had physically wounded her. "Do you even realize how lucky you are? Just being in the same room as him is an opportunity worth..." "Stop," I interrupted, holding up a hand. "You’re making me nauseous." She scoffed. "You have no taste."

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The night was coming to an end. The charity Gala was an event where billionaires are invited, and they donate money to the needy while they dine, drink, and socialize. "I think I want to go home," Vivianne whispered to Russell. "Oh, wait, I want to pee." She said. Before her boyfriend could react, she had jumped out of her seat and walked to the bathroom. She was tipsy, but she wasn't drunk. She could see quite clearly. Unbeknownst to her, a man who had set his sights on her since the moment they'd stepped in happened to see her walking to the toilet.

She had a one night stand with her ex's Uncle, a very ruthless billionaire. ‘What have I done!!’ She screamed fearfully in her head, she was doomed. “Ocean.” He called gently breaking her from her trance, Aliyah immediately sprang to her feet, took a few steps back, she bowed slightly in greeting to the billionaire who only stared with amusement dancing across his features. “Take your seat dear.” He said, the endearment reminding Aliyah of their night together… she quickly shut out those thoughts. She slowly obeyed him, Wilson entered, he placed a big brown envelope in her hands, holding the envelope she looked at the billionaire who only stared back at her with fascination dancing in his ey

I was going to show my girls exactly what ten million dollars looked like when you had the aesthetic to match it. Tomorrow was going to be another story. But tonight, I was going to sleep in the most comfortable bed I'd ever experienced, as the legal wife of a billionaire, exactly where I'd planned to be.

She said playfully as I gave her the middle finger. Having sex with anyone wasn't going to happen because I was still healing from the pains of childbirth. The other reason I agreed to the date was because Natasha was capable of taking care of Blake and I made Will promise to take me home before midnight. I nearly stumbled when I met Will waiting for me while taking notes of the paintings in the living room. "I'm ready," I announced, clutching my mini-sized leather purse a little tightly. He turned around and my sight caused his lips to part slightly while his eyes scrutinized my short blue dress which had a halter neck. Natasha curled my hair but I asked her to give me a slight brush and le

"Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!" I was shocked at how she knew who the man was while I'm here wondering. "You know him?" "Who wouldn't know Rafael Gray Zeigler?! He's the youngest multi-billionaire in the whole of Asia!" I have so many questions for her but my head was throbbing so bad. I need to drink some medicine and perhaps sleep again. I want my head to be clear before asking her who the man I gave myself to. "Ivy, this is the worst hangover of my life. I'll drop the call first to drink some medicine and sleep. I have to clear my mind," I stood up and went to the kitchen.