Billion Dollar Harem Novels & Stories

"Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing," she smirked. "But we have an offer for you." "An offer?" My voice was shaky. "What kind of offer?" "A non- negotiable one," she said. "One that could change your life," she continued, her tone dripping with false kindness. "We’re prepared to pay you one million dollars a month." I blinked, sure I’d misheard. "A million dollars? For what?" "To marry a man," she said simply.

Currently, she was flat broke. The Vale family had handed over a ten-million-dollar dowry for this marriage and every last cent had gone straight into the Bennetts' pockets. Five million was a fantasy. She didn't even have five hundred dollars to her name right now. There wasn't a job on earth that would let her pay off a debt that size, not even working herself to the bone for the rest of her natural life. "Why is it so EXPENSIVE," Isla muttered, aghast. Rich people really do play a different game.

“Is it money you want? Fine. Every month, I’ll transfer 100 billion dollars into your account. Every. Damn. Month. No questions asked. That’s your price for being my wife for one year.” Her breath hitched at the sheer audacity of his offer. 100 billion dollars? A month? Her mind reeled. That kind of money was unimaginable, life-changing. She would be filthy rich—set for life. But the price... the price was steep. To be his wife for a year? To give him a child? She could already feel the destructive pull of Xavier’s presence, the way he dominated the air around him. He was like a hurricane—beautiful, dangerous, and utterly unpredictable. A year with him would destroy her, she was sure of it.

In the end, the woman was sold for three million dollars. Matteo really hated losing. I heard Thiago shouting for everyone to hear that, in the end, the woman would choose the right brother. Matteo scooped her into his arms and disappeared with her. “Have you guys seen Valéria?” Enrico asked. “We were about to ask you the same thing!” we replied. Valéria: Waiting for you! And get ready. The she-devil sent us a photo of herself holding a whip. She was wearing sexy lingerie and high heels, looking like the perfect Dominatrix.

Hana fires my most feared question and I think it's time to tell my girls the truth. We arrive at the apartment and I immediately lay on the love seat at the centre of the room with both my girls sitting on the carpet like two little puppies waiting for a treat. I clear my throat "So......... where do I begin......?"I try to delay my speech "from the first day of meetings Sexy Hercules"Sara says "My Boss who you all know as Billionaire bachelor Dai is thesame man I met aka sexy Hercules, girls it's hard working with a man of his status and physique" I feel drained out

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My heart pounded. “You still can,” she murmured. “But once you step in, you don’t get to pretend anymore.” I stepped inside. The doors closed behind me. The penthouse was stunning—chrome and marble, low golden lights, and wide windows that showed the entire city like it was a show meant for them alone. And in the center of the room stood Dominic. Shirtless. A drink in his hand. And eyes on me like I was prey. “Lila,” he said, voice deep and velvet. “Come here.”

Then Naomi’s, a rapid buzz, buzz, buzz, like a swarm. Naomi snatched hers up. Her face went white. “No,” she said. “No, no, no.” “What is it?” Alexander asked. She turned the screen toward us. A social media page. A black banner across the top. In the middle, a photograph of page forty one, both halves joined, with the bottom paragraph glowing red. Underneath, a hashtag. BOUGHT BRIDE. The counter beneath it was already climbing. Eleven thousand shares. Twelve. Thirteen.

"$400M now, not $200M. Because you wore crop top. They want Bronx honeymoon story. T****k 12 million views overnight." Honeymoon? We didn't have honeymoon. We had boardroom kiss on table. "I want Bronx honeymoon," I said. "Not Maldives. Bronx." He frowned. Billionaire frown = $10M lost per frown. "Bronx is projects, Isabella. You left projects to be queen. Why go back?" "Because queen without projects is skinny model like Vanessa. Queen with projects is real. Lily never saw where Mamma came from. My mom never saw mansion. We take hospital money and go Bronx."

I don’t know how possible that will be but I am hoping for the best. Mr. Darren seems to be excited by the tension rising between me and Penelope. He clapped and said in an excited tone. “Whoever can get twenty thousand dollars ready by tomorrow morning gets the place” he clapped again like an excited child who got what he wanted for Christmas. “I will have fifty thousand dollars ready,” Penelope said with a smirk, arrogance lacing her words. “Looks like we have a winner” he laughed then said his goodbye to Penelope before entering his house.