Billionaire Novel Mr Draven Mga Nobela at Kwento

He muttered and took me inside a room, he locked it sooner than I could say anything and I found myself standing in an empty room. I looked around befuddled and panicked. “Listen to me before you do something stupid.” He fixed his throat. Before I do something stupid? “I'm Draven.” He took a step in my direction, his eyes rotating and he quaked before passing a chair to me. “I run a textile business---” “Why are you telling me this?” I cut him off and he rushed toward me. “B---Because I want you to k---know me.” He stuttered and his red cheeks betrayed the emotions he was trying to hide. His behavior was totally different from his presence, from his frame, “just let me f---finish.” He reques

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

Clarabelle hadn’t had the chance to complete a sentence as her eyes met with the dark eyes of the man standing only a few feet behind her brother. “Pardon? Who are you calling stupid?” Draven’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “Let’s hope this one is more of a prince than a frog, shall we?” He winked at his sister before turning around and greeting the man. “Dean Westminster, I presume.” Standing six feet tall, Draven casually smoothened his suit then slid his hands into the pocket of his black trousers. “My name is Draven. Clarabelle’s brother.” When Deam didn’t look intimidated by that introduction in which Draven was thoroughly impressed, he added, “I assume you are here to seek audience

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a voice spoke up. "The youngest Billionaire who thinks he can have all he wants," the voice said. "I have your...no, our precious damsel here with me. Hold up! I think I need to rephrase that; I've got my pretty damsel which you stole from me," he said, laughing out loud. James's heart stopped, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. "Who the hell is this and what do want you want?" James demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. The voice on the other end of the line just laughed.

he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car.

“You divorce Violetta. You marry me. Our companies dominate the market.” Her smile sharpened. “It’s the logical choice.” The room watched him like vultures. Waiting. Waiting for the King to choose power over love. Money over emotion. Logic over heart. Because that’s what men like him did. Right? Draven stared at her. Then at the screen. Then back at her. And suddenly— He smiled. But it wasn’t pleasant. It was the kind of smile people saw right before something died. “You think,” he said quietly, “you can buy me?”

Especially with A Class students who have high self-esteem and pride in their school. But Draven was the exception. The one who sits at the top of Lupine, Draven Landry. Son of a tech billionaire, Draven is also incredibly handsome with his soft chocolate hair and his soul stirring honey colored eyes. Paired with his tall, athletic build, makes him the dream lover of all the girls in Lupine. Three months ago I had just closed up at my part time job at Lilly of the Valley, a little florist shop I started working at over the summer.

Names were noted, a subtle warning whispered: "Nothing leaves these walls. We will know if it does. “ Silence gripped the mall. The boutique manager rushed forward, pale and trembling, alerted by a staff member. His eyes widened when he recognized Adrian Drake, the wealthiest man in the city, the Titan of Drake Global. His knees nearly buckled as he stammered, “P.. please, sir, I am so sorry for what happened here.”

he said, voice smooth and confident, “we did it. The app is live. Launch went without a hitch. We are officially… almost billionaires.” Dru, perched on the corner of the desk, crossed his arms and smirked. “Almost? Luke, we’re already filthy rich. Investors are practically begging for the next project. We’re not in the sandbox anymore—we built the castle.” Kyle stretched, letting his designer jacket fall over his shoulders like a cape. “Filthy rich is cute,” he said. “We’re in a league of our own. And tonight? Tonight we celebrate properly. Club, drinks… maybe some distractions.” He smirked, letting his gaze wander toward the city skyline. “Nothing too crazy… or maybe exactly that.”

He lifted the phone, and spoke. “Handle it.” The message was sent instantly. And just like that, the matter was no longer his concern. Draven was one of a kind. At twenty-five, he already had more than most men could dream of. As the low-key CEO of Valerio, a successful luxury furniture and high-end bedding empire, he stayed out of the spotlight. The media didn’t even know his face. He mostly followed his father’s orders, even the shady ones he hated. He wasn’t deeply involved, but every now and then he carried out cruel tasks… mostly out of boredom. His legitimate businesses made him more than enough money. Still, something was missing. He craved drama.