Billionaire On Fire: Chasing Her Novels & Stories

She wags her finger in front of my face. “ What?” I whine. Dropping down next to her on the coach. “ You have that look in your eye. That fire, we do not want another incident like last spring." “ Emma that was an accident!” I protest. I grab a pillow from behind me attempting to hit her over the head with it but she swiftly dodges my attempts, pulling a face. “ Tell that to the sweet kid who worked with you, who somehow caught on fire along with the top floor of the department store. How in hell did you do that?”

Have you lost your mind? I'd taken one look at this girl and set out to own her. I hadn't stopped to think. I just saw her, wanted her, and went after her. Had I known the baggage she came with, would I still have pursued her? Fuck yes, only I wouldn't have waited so long. My waiting could've cost me her, and that thought scared the fuck out of me. That she could've been lost to me before I'd ever had the chance to know just how fucking perfect she is. I put any lingering doubts aside as I climbed onto the bed with her. Combing her hair behind her ear with my fingers, I drew her head onto my chest.

Caleb asks as she grabs the doorknob and her hand pauses as she turns back to look at him wide-eyed. “A 100 million dollars is way too ridiculous for a breaking f*e, and you know that I can't afford it,” Melanie tells him. “It is exactly because I know that you can't afford it that it was set that way and I know that no matter how much anybody loves you, they won't hand you a hundred million dollars, but you can of course try to prove me wrong by calling your people and asking them to raise the money…I will wait,” Caleb says as he takes his seat and crosses his leg.

A week later, she was offered a job, which she couldn’t turn down because it was either that or she went to federal prison. Just like that, she became a faceless hacker for the CIA, whom they call whenever they need her help. She couldn’t tell anyone, of course, not like she has anyone to tell, but then, who would believe that Ashley Valencia, the elder daughter of business mogul Richard Valencia and fashion designer Gwen Valencia, works for the CIA? In her family, there's nothing like love because it's considered a weakness, and happiness is just like an illusion that can be bought with money, and money after money.

I hissed in pain but he didn’t care. "That's enough," he said, finally stopping in anger. Without warning, he bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My helpless screams echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to my help. I was weak and alone in this cruel world. They pushed me into the arms of the only heir of the Harrison family and a ruthless billionaire, who hated me, wanted me to die. And I was sure today was the last night of my life. A week ago:-

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

“He’s thirty-eight, Isla.” “That didn’t answer the question,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sink to hide my smile. He sighed. “He’s powerful. Focus on your schoolwork, not grown men.” Too late, I thought. That night, I Googled him. Liam Sinclair. Billionaire. CEO of Sinclair International. My fingers trembled as I clicked through photo after photo. A commanding figure in sharp suits, steel-gray eyes that looked like they’d seen a hundred wars, and a jawline cut from marble. He had the kind of presence that made silence feel loud.

Layla’s eyes widened instantly. “Chloe!” “Relax,” Chloe said, laughing. “No one’s listening.” “Still!” Chloe leaned closer again, whispering dramatically— “Your. Handsome. Dangerous. Billionaire. I mean, girl, you got the number one billionaire. Elias Thorne” Layla pushed her lightly. “You’re impossible.” “I mean it. Despite being dangerous, he's good to you.” Layla sighed. “Unfortunately.” They both laughed softly. But just then—

October 14th," Vance said. Cain’s heart skipped a hard beat, and his vision swam for a second. October 14th. The night of the fire. "That’s all I could get my hands on," Vance added, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But… what's she doing at a gas station miles away from Chicago?" Cain struggled to make the pieces fit. "Do you think maybe–” He broke off, trying to force words through the lump in his throat. "I don't know," Vance said. “I really can't tell for sure.” Cain’s mind was a storm of questions he didn't have answers to. What was Nora doing in California? Was Nora actually Vivienne? If she was, then why didn't she have burns? Why didn't she remember him?