Billion Dollar Harem Novels & Stories

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

I don’t like boring, I like exciting like Valentina is… was. The girl was eventually bought by an equally boring looking man for two thousand dollars. The next girl walked in and I was instantly sure I wanted her for the night, to warm my bed, the other girls in my harem fell too regular, common, too familiar, too overused. This is new, she is exciting for now, she would also get boring but for now she still exciting. “Ten thousand dollars.” I said raising my signal card up. “Ohhh ten thousand dollars from Diego Fernandez. Anyone wants to counter that?” The man said with a bright smile on his lips, even her owner who was standing at her other side looked satisfied.

Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she could hear with her trained ears, the whispers of deadly secrets. In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as t

Is the diamond that expensive? “A hundred million dollars for Mr Changretta” she announces. “A hundred and twenty million dollars” someone says from behind us. “Two hundred million dollars” Dominic announces again and my jaw drops. Any lower and I might actually have to stitch it together, “my wife really likes it” he says again, “how can I not get it for her?” His attention turns to me and this is when I realize what he has just said. Did he just call me his wife? Wife?!! What the actual fuck?

She scrolled through the names, senators, tech moguls, old money dynasties until she found the dress code, Midnight Masquerade. She leaned back, a grim smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She didn't have a dress that cost five figures, but she knew someone who could make a cheap one look like a weapon. "Olivia," she whispered to the empty room. "I’m going to need a miracle." — — The Blackwood estate was a monument to ego. Dominic walked in, his jaw still tight, his fresh shirt crisp but the memory of the coffee stain still stinging like an insult. His father, George Blackwood, didn't look up from the laptop on his desk.

In the end, she only helped me with breakfast, or should I say lunch? Well... This house only felt peaceful during the day. We didn't have to gather in the main building because everyone was busy working. Maybe I should be grateful that I married a billionaire. Not everyone likes living with their in-laws, especially a large family. However, this was the Blackwood family. This was no ordinary residence. It was a vast palace.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

"I was preparing myself for the worst when I received a phone call from a stranger named Graham. He introduced himself as the butler of a late man named Harold Khan. According to Graham, Harold Khan was a billionaire who had died and, strangely, left everything to me. I didn't want to believe it at first, but Graham paid off my Nana's bills and even paid for a hotel for me to stay in." "I thought, since I had nothing to lose, I should go see him as we discussed. He was nice, very kind to me. He promised my life would change, but I had to get married to Harold's son, Gareth. We met, and Gareth seemed warm to be around. We connected instantly, so I signed all the necessary contracts, and that

It was my third attempt to escape, but my father’s lackeys had done a pretty bang-up job keeping me in this horrible mansion since our engagement was official with a freaking twenty-five million dollars. My fiance was a private person despite being a self-made billionaire. He was known to be a whale on Wall Street. I was curious to look for him online, but I might not going to like what I would find out. If Jasper was right, his brother, Cas did all the public appearances since he was the expert in cryptography—he was the face of the decentralized digital currency called Centhaddeus or known as CENTH by the Crypto marketers. My heart had been beating a million a mile since Jasper caught me s

I muttered as she walked out of the room. As soon as she did, I saw that Xavier stood there and did not move an inch. I immediately stood up from my bed and picked up my pillow that had fallen while we were making out and dropped it on the bed. "Uhm, Hailey?" "Oh, please. You were just testing? How would someone like you make out with someone like me? I was so stupid, a lowlife like me making out with a pride billionaire's son like you." I ranted. Then, I suddenly stopped and hissed. I was so annoyed.