Billionaire Novel Mr Draven Mga Nobela at Kwento

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

I just couldn't ignore what I was seeing. Unbeknownst to them, I had lingered behind, drawn to the glittering gems and sparkling diamonds like a moth to a flame. This was me, Hazel Willoughby, the real me, I couldn't resist the urge to steal these things. I looked around and when I noticed that the door was opened and no one was near to watch me. What a perfect timing.

"Damn, girl! What kind of attitude do you expect from us?" Draven said impatiently. As a member of the Jolls — The Skystream Mansion —, he had gotten used to getting whatever he want. No one else in the city including those first-tier upper-class families would dare to cross or offend him. Well, except for those people associated with the Province Governor. Everyone would grovel at him and no one dared to talk back at him. He thought he had been nice to Severin. Yet, he did not expect Megan would talk back and claimed that his attitude was bad.

He trailed away, lingering his eyes on me before a sadistic smirk appeared on his face, causing me to flinch. "You're willing to fulfill my hunger." "Your room," Draven confirmed, opening a door to reveal a spacious and luxurious room with vintage yet contemporary furniture. The first thing that I noticed about my new bedroom was the large window, which seemed like the perfect way out for me to escape this godforsaken mansion. Everything was in black, including the painted walls and the luxurious chandelier that hung over my king-sized bed. The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up with a warm, peach-colored blanket with at least five pillows surrounding the headboard.

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts

Guilt twisted in her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to drown the thrill still humming under her skin. The French doors opened. Draven walked in like he belonged there — because he did. Freshly showered, wearing a charcoal suit that hugged his powerful frame, he looked every inch the respected billionaire partner. His eyes flicked to Freya for half a second. The heat in them nearly made her drop her fork. “Morning, Victor,” Draven said casually, clapping her father on the shoulder before taking the seat directly across from Freya. “Freya. Sleep well?” The bastard.

"Making them the softest lycan... and also the most heartless if triggered wrong." The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over us. I stared at him, my mind racing. "That's not possible." "It is," Draven said firmly. He stood abruptly, striding toward the adjoining room. Elara looked at me, her expression filled with confusion and fear. "What's he talking about?" "I don't know," I admitted, though the pieces were starting to fall into place in my mind. Draven returned moments later, carrying a massive, leather-bound book. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age.

There was no way I survived that shot point-blank in the chest. “Come on, we don't have much time.” I warily eyed the dashing man in a long dark coat swirling behind him. “Uh, excuse me. Who are you?” He flashed a charming grin that caused my heart to fall to its knees. Why the heck did I keep meeting this godforsakenly delectable men? First the crime boss that deceived me, another woman's betrothed… Now him with the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen? “Pardon the late introduction.” He pulled off his hat and ruffled raven black hair, then he tipped his head in a bow. “Adrien Draven. Your grim reaper.”