Novel & Cerita A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b

In my last moment of breath, the truth hit me harder than anything. I was never loved. Never chosen. Not Thane. Not my family. Not anyone. And yet. deep within me, something whispered. If I had a second chance. If fate was so kind as to grant me another try. "I'd never be their pawn again," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. The machine beside me let out a long, flat sound. Beep— And then silence. Darkness closed around me. . But then— I awoke with a start. My eyes sprang open.

I flipped my hair dripping water everywhere and walked towards the closet. Shit! There was nothing of my size in here. “I don't have anything to wear!” I yelled and he came running towards the closet. Wow!I really have this man dead to right. Wrapped around my fingers. “Fuck!” He slammed his forehead. “I can have something sent over in an hour,” he said and my eyes widened. “From my place, absolutely not,” I almost screamed and he laughed walking towards me. “Not from your place silly,” he wrapped his hands around me. “You seem to have forgotten your new secret man is a billionaire,” he said with a smirk.

It was at that money that I really looked at Anthony and saw the Billionaire that he had always been. He exuded the confidence that came with being Mr. Anthony Miller. “Let’s go to the room,” he whispered as I nodded and followed him through the crowd. We entered the room as he turned to me then he removed his suit and dropped it over a low-hanging chair. “I want to have a party,” he said. “I’ll have some people come over and arrange this penthouse to be unique, and we’d have a congratulatory party. For us, it’s just a pat on our back that we’ve won a case together. Besides, you’re my wife. I want to do something good for you.”

The night she had made that confession. The second picture was of Robert and Natalia. It was taking on the day of their flash wedding. I instantly frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" I growled as my eyes scanned the content of the message faster. Then I saw it. The caption. 'Natalia Carson— the dirty billionaire’s daughter who sleeps with two brothers.' "Fuck!" I growled as my heart began to race. This was bad. Very bad. I started scrolling faster and as I got to the end of the message, my blood froze at Lila's closing note.

The Billionaire’s Passion Finally, Chandra Chandler has a chance at love when Sam Harrington confesses his feelings for her. Now, Sam is asking her to move in with him, which Chan agrees, with the encouragement of her sisters. The changes in her environment, along with the warmth, care, and love Sam gives her bring Chan contentment and happiness, contrary to her prior fear. However, little does she know her dark past is about to return to haunt her, along with the people she fears most, threatening to destroy her new family.

Now he just smiled coldly and watched me, as if he thought I was … “Devon, I would never betray you. I don’t know why you think I might have betrayed you, but I love you, I always will. I would never stop loving you.” I declared in a shaky voice. My eyes searched his, begging him to believe me. Devon laughed cruelly. “Karen, my little sweetheart. You have known my gentle side for too long. I have protected you, provided for you, cared for you, but now, you would know why I’m the most ruthless billionaire in the country. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, I would shatter your heart, destroy you, and the worst thing is –”