Billionaire On Fire: Chasing Her Novels & Stories

The man said, handing her a today's article. The headlines read, " Popular business mogul lookalike Weds Boulderfist CEO " OMG! This was her salvation.

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

‘Is it true you are a Countess? ‘How did you meet him?’ They were spinning her around shouting question after question with flashes going off in her face and she was genuinely frightened, ‘Get away from me’ She slapped at their hands, ‘Stop touching me’ She pushed them away from her. ‘Aww come on darling, just answer us a few questions’ ‘Yeah, come on pretty girl the whole world wants to see your face’ ‘Are you with him for his money?’ Katrina went cold, this is what she had dreaded, Caleb was a billionaire and she was a nobody, not a model or a film star like all his ‘other’ women. ‘What made her so special?’

His ears perked and zeroed in on the DJs’ conversation. “So this guy is just some muscled firefighter who oils up for these bachelor charity auctions and gives some rich cougar a nice night while underprivileged kids or AIDS patients or earthquake victims get an extra grand to spend on help. And now it turns out his girlfriend dies and leaves him a billion? Where can I find some rich, young woman to leave me a billion?” Mike’s knuckles turned white against the tan steering wheel as he gritted his teeth and sped up. Different voice, higher and more derisive. “OK, sure, I can see that. It’s like 50 Shades of Fire, right? But why’d she leave another billion to the other dude, the ski resort guy

“Lucian Voss. CEO of Voss Global. Untouchable billionaire with more money than God and a personality to match.” I nearly laughed. The ignorance, though not her fault, was delicious. Oh, sweetheart. If only you knew how wrong you were. I began to circle her like a wolf stalking its prey, watching the way she tensed with every step. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow, her hands twitching slightly at her sides like she was trying to hide the fear blossoming beneath her skin. This one had fire. Beautiful, reckless fire. But fire was fragile when surrounded by ice.

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?

What she didn’t know was that this night — this painful beginning — would one day fuel a fire strong enough to shake two powerful empires and draw the obsessive desire of not one, but two billionaires who would fight wars over her curves. But that storm was still years away. For now, the rain continued falling, and Chloe Brownish closed her eyes on the first night of her new, unwanted life.

I threw the envelope at her,the empty envelope. "I...I don't k...know w.what youuu aree talking a..about." she stammered. "Get out of here, you bitch before I loose my patience, and the wedding is off." I said. "Please don't do this please." she begged "Go before I ask my security to escort you." She stood up and went, before getting out she said, "You are gonna pay for humiliating me and I never loved you it was just the money I loved."