Billion Dollar Harem Novels & Stories

Danial ordered. Kimberly walked over to Danial and took a seat opposite him. Danial stopped his hand movements on the laptop keyboard, and now his gaze was focused on the woman in front of him. Danial took something from his drawer and handed it to Kimberly. "What is this?" asked Kimberly in shock as Danial handed her a check. "That's a check for you," Danial said. "Sa... a billion dollars?" squealed Kimberly. "Yes, I will give more than this but there are conditions," said Danial. "What?" "Marry me, and I'll give you five billion dollars." Deg ***

"$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."

And she was not prepared for the rest of what her mother had to say. “I am afraid you have to come back soon.” “ But why mom? Was there something wrong happened?” she asked nervously. “The truth is, we can’t afford your education anymore. Your father got himself tangled in a wrong investment and he lost a lot.” “Oh my God. But it is not that bad is it. I mean we did not lost everything, right?” “I am sorry, Harebell, but your father was forced to sell our properties. There are people he owes and he has to pay them back.” her mother replied.

“Please leave.” “I know you.” she told me, “Levi Del Campa. The owner of H.K. You’re a billionaire.” So that was what all this was about. She wanted to seduce me for money. Was it just my luck to attract women who only wanted me for what they could get from me? I sighed, tired and annoyed she’d interrupted my sleep. “I’m not interested in you, Shanice. I have a wife.” “There’s nothing wrong with having a side chick. I’m sure you billionaire guys all have one.”

How my parents made a pact with Adrain's parents and how they told me, and that am also getting married in two weeks. "You're getting married to Adrain Stone?" She looked at me like have grown two heads "Um... yeah?" I wonder why she was freaking out about him instead of the fact that am getting married. "You mean the hottest and most successful billionaire? The second richest man in America, Japan, Dubai, new Zealand and many more?" She asked already in a usual excited mood. I'm glad she's okay now but what is she ranting about "Don't tell me you don't know. Haven't you seen the news" she asked shaking me by my shoulders

He announced, "Boss, it's time for the meeting." Damien's life had been abnormal since his marriage, and he had grown accustomed to it. Damien scowled, grabbed his phone, and left the office. After lunchtime, Jane and her companions arrived at Hollywood. They stored their baggage at the hotel and headed to the shooting location. "Red Makeup in Troubled Times" was based on a novel of the same title. It recounted the tale of how Rachael Adams, the daughter-in-law of the Levi family residing in southern Benidon River during the Republic of America, rose from a concubine to become the wealthiest woman in the region.

But the road ahead remained uncertain. Hand in hand, Maya and Amara stepped into the unknown, their journey towards a new life just beginning. They had lost much, but they had also found something irreplaceable - a bond forged in adversity, a friendship strengthened by shared struggles. Now, they would face the world together, ready to write a new chapter in their story. They were no longer just a billionaire's bride and a rebel on the run.

He planned to use this wedding attire to soothe Jennifer's wounded soul. At the top, Josephine was now so furious her teeth might shatter from how hard she grounded them. She shouted, "Three billion!" "Three billion and one dollar." "Four billion!" "Four billion and one dollar!" Everyone was in shock. Three billion was already an astronomical sum for the Dancing Dove Regalia! And within seconds, it skyrocketed to four billion?! Fiona also froze for a moment. Even within the affluent Crimson Robe Society of Aston State, four billion was an incredibly rare figure. Were they really going to fight this fiercely over an ancient wedding attire?

He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him, and if possible, bore him an heir, and in return, he pays me the sum of $500,000. Mia's jaw dropped. "What? That's insane! And amazing! At the same time" Isabella nodded. "I know, right? I'm still trying to process all of it, it seems like a dream to me." "Tell me everything! What did he say exactly?" as she jumped up in excitement.

"Grace, don't read it. Let me summarize so you're not blindsided by the details." "Seen what? Naomi, what's going on?" I was already opening my browser, typing my name into the search bar. The Business Journal article was the top result. Headline in bold: "Grace Monroe's Secret Affair & Baby Trap: The Untold Story Behind the Billion Dollar Victim."