A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love Novels & Stories

I can’t do that anymore. A staff member appeared beside us. “Mr. Blackwood, we’re ready.” The room beyond the curtain erupted into applause. They were waiting for the billionaire. I thought about Elara sitting alone with divorce papers, waiting for calls that never came. Holding ultrasound photos while wondering what to do next. Then I thought about Blue, her birthdays I missed… her school events. Memories I could never recover. The weight of it nearly crushed me. For years I convinced myself power solved problems, but power had never fixed anything.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

I may just have made things worse. She laughed but it sounded bitter and harsh. “Wow, so you actually care about her. That’s rich. Then you should go ahead and show her to your father. Heck! Introduce her at the next charity gala, and explain to him that this whole thing was a sham marriage and you’re in love with someone else now. Let’s see how that goes.” I stared at her. My head now banged at an all time record. “You don’t understand…” I started.

Two warm hands grab me, preventing me from falling backwards and humiliating myself any more than I already have. “Hey.” I feel like melting into a puddle of mortification. One glance at the ‘brick wall’ I walked into reveals it’s none other than my billionaire ex slash current boss slash the man that gave me two orgasms last night. What a mess. “Hi,” I squeak, “You’re never far away, are you?” His eyes are burning brighter than the sun, reminding me of the dream I had this morning. A chill passes through my body, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.

Not just from the press conference, but from conversations spanning back years. The first time they met, the day he first asked her out—Lacey refused the first time because she wanted to see if Thomas would chase her—the second time he asked her out—this time, she said yes—the first time Thomas told Lacey he loved her, the first time Lacey told Thomas she loved him, the day he asked her to marry him, the day they got married, their one month anniversary, celebrating birthdays together. Numerous conversations, even ones that felt like a memory, hadn’t carried any warning about the future betrayal she was going to face. The heartbreak that came with losing a loved one wasn’t a feeling Lacey ex

Compared to Heather’s luxurious home—Mihir’s mansion—this place was barely livable. How am I going to fix this? Her mind raced for solutions, but she kept coming up empty. Then, suddenly, an idea crept into her thoughts. A dark, tempting thought. Mihir. He was a billionaire. A man who had everything. And he had made it very clear that he wanted her. His voice echoed in her head. “When I see what I like, I go after it.” “I’m interested in you, Eloise.” If Mihir truly wanted her, wouldn’t he take care of her? Wouldn’t he make sure she had everything she needed?

The thunder outside seemed to match the tempest brewing within me. I know a lot of people do a lot of stupid things right? I am sure I easily outrank them because imagine a literature student whose dream is to have her husband make her walk on a poetry-designed ground and getting married to a ruthless billionaire who is incapable of loving anyone but himself and maybe Gabriella, my step-sister. My heart clenched painfully when I remembered the day I met Ace; I have always heard his name on the internet because I had a huge crush on him and my father but on that day, I was invited to my father’s house for dinner.

"I wish I'd never seen you that day. In high school. With her. So perfect together. Kyle and Taylor. K.T. Enterprises. Your great love story written across the whole city while I..." "Stop." "Why? Because you don't want to hear how pathetic I was? Am? Watching you love her. Year after year. Hoping maybe... maybe if I was good enough... quiet enough... maybe you'd see me?" "Mia, you're not—" "I'm nothing!" The words explode out of me. "Nothing but your convenient arrangement. Your perfect little secretary who signed your perfect little contract and lost your... lost our..." I really can't breathe. The world tilts. Spins. And his strong arms catch me before the darkness does.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.