Novel & Cerita Accidentally Crossing The Tycoon

I asked. "If you really care about this charity gala so much then agree to go on a date with me in Italy, on my yacht by spending all the time with me and agree to sleep with me for the night," he announced making my board member gasp and murmurs and whispers were heard in the conference room after hearing Carlos proposition. I looked at him with a raised brow and grinned.

Hinawakan ko ito "Seems I really need your help for now" I enter the inside the helicopter and start the engine. I held the cyclic pitch control in my right hand and the collective pitch control in my left hand as I step foot at the pedal. I'm now on the air, feeling the relaxation of surrounding but surrounded by unforeseen situation. Inaalala ko kong saan nag-ugat ang lahat, with just me pretend bride but now facing a an unexpected happening. For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself.

Ashley exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. Ian, despite being a billionaire, couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer unpredictability of the night. Ashley, beaming with joy, turned to him. "I told you, Ian! Sometimes, it's not about the money; it's about the thrill and the unexpected wins!" He couldn't help but smile, acknowledging the truth in her words. The casino adventure, initially met with protest, had turned into a night filled with excitement and a touch of serendipity. As they cashed out their winnings, Ashley gave Ian a triumphant look.

By the time the taxi was outside the apartment building, evening was almost settling out, I paid the driver, stepped out heading towards the apartment entrance, feeling excited and relieved to be home despite my exhaustion, I imagined the look on Chase's face when he sees me, he surely will be surprised and will complain that I didn't call first, he always did that, but he'll smile after, he always did that too Getting to the door, I inputted the security code and opened the door. At the entrance I noticed heels that weren't mine “Does he have someone over?” The light were dim, Something seemed unusual,I just didn't know what, Except the empty used wine glass and wine bottle on the island. I

A switch has been flipped, and my entire being is electrified with anticipation, "Package’ll be ready in 24 hours, but you need to keep your end of the bargain. And that means keeping your grubby paws off Brielle's parents." “Well, I’ve gotta tell you, buddy The Monroes are sipping on piña coladas, working on their tans, and playing beach volleyball. It’s a tropical paradise over here.” “Tropical paradise? You mean the kind with armed guards and no phone signal? Don't insult my intelligence, Jeremy.” A laughter drips with condescension on the other end, “Do I sound like Jeremy? Please. I'm the upgrade. The 2.0. The one they call when they need the best. Jeremy's just…well, Jeremy.”

Tyler sat in his sleek black Rolls-Royce, the purr of the engine humming beneath him as he waited for the traffic light to change. The tinted windows shielded him from the chaos outside, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the world beyond the glass. He was a man of power — a global business tycoon, the heir to an empire built not just on corporate brilliance but on blood. His father, once the feared Mafia boss of the East Coast, had died in the infamous clash between two warring crime syndicates in the '90s. That war had left a trail of fire — and Tyler had inherited the ashes... and the throne.

' she thought. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Vicky looked up at the door and saw Tyler walking in with a glass of tea. "It's time for your medicine," he said. "Sure." Vicky accepted the glass from his hand and drank the tea in one smooth motion. After that, she noticed that Tyler was staring at her with his dark eyes that resembled two bottomless holes. She twitched and accidentally dropped the glass. Crash! The broken pieces shattered in all directions. Startled, Vicky instinctively tried to look for something to clean the floor but accidentally stepped on one of the broken pieces.

I turned just in time to see a convoy of cars pull up in the driveway. Four. I recognized only two. Micheal’s BMW, and Dean’s uncle’s Lamborghini. “Of course.” Maeve rolled her eyes beside me. But my eyes were locked on the one in front. A Rolls Royce. “Yeah, baby!” Dean shouted as he stepped out. Then the Rolls Royce door opened. Tyler Sinclair stepped out. But wait…someone stepped beside him. A girl.

Tyler began to say like a seasoned adventurer mapping out uncharted territories, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of boundless opportunities. “First, I am going to buy myself a good big yacht. Hahaha. I have always seen that thing in movies and read about it in a book, what is the title of that book…” Tyler tried to remember as he continued to say drunkenly. “Ah! Yes! I remember!” he exclaimed happily, drunk. “Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!”

Embarrassment fell upon me like a miscalculated step on stairs, just as I miscalculated the fact that we would never cross paths again. "You know him," Damon hissed, the accusation laced with something darker. Possession. Paranoia. I shoved him off with a snarl. "It's none of your business anymore." The alley swallowed my hurried footsteps as I turned to leave, but Damon wasn’t done. "We’re not over until I say we’re over, Isabella!" His hand shot out to grab me— Only to be intercepted mid-air by a tanned, tattooed wrist. Moretti didn’t even look at him. Just stared at me over Damon’s shoulder, “You’re in trouble again, Isabella…”