Billionaire Enemies-to Lovers Books の小説・ストーリー

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

Sandy could see that her friend was deeply in love and completely smitten. She was eager to meet the man who had captured Emily's heart and hoped he was worthy of all her attention and affection. Little did she know, it was the same man she couldn't forget. Emily was a sweetheart and a beautiful young woman. Sandy had always admired Emily's delicate, effortless beauty and sometimes wondered if guys saw her more as a soft beauty like Emily rather than as a "hot girl." But as days go by, into weeks Sandy found herself getting a bit envious of Emily or so she thought, as all Emily seemed to talk about was Ben and how he loves her.

******** When I talk of a sl*t–slave, I mean a professional hooker, and believe me, Lily was a dirty one. Nevertheless, she applauded being caged in slavery. I mean she could control this–forbidden obsession. Her precious, princess life died–out immediately when she made an erroneous choice. And marrying this billionaire of the south was her toughest decision ever. However, she was getting used to the d*mn guilt. Lily grabbed the doorway frame and voluptuously undid the straps holding her dress from the back. Soon, her woollen, short dress dropped on the floor, exposing her womanhood. It was a tempting beginning, just the way Ahmed liked with her.

The only sound in the cavernous room was the muffled whisper of the priest clearing his throat. The dozen or so visitors — if one might even refer to them as such — were nothing short of political vultures. They hadn't come to see a union of hearts; they came to cement an alliance between two warring empires. Asher's own family was in ruins — his father's company drowning in debt and litigation. Damien's family, however, was a bastion of power and prestige, impregnable. except by the scandal Asher's father was threatening to unleash.

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

Another shows a close up of the way we were gazing into each other’s eyes. ‘You do know Mr Brightly is world famous, and is listed as one of the Top Ten Hottest and Richest Bachelors in the world, right? These photos are all over the internet. Paparazzi follow him everywhere. They’re discreet, to catch him off-guard. He was obviously too busy having eye sex with you, to think about the paps,’ she says. ‘I knew he was somewhat well known, but I didn’t know how well known. Wait! Eye sex?’ I gasp.