Billionaire On Fire: Chasing Her Novels & Stories

"He’s paying for my time, and I’d hate to make him waste any more of his money." The car pulled away, leaving the dust of her old life behind, as Bella Moreno began the most dangerous tour of her career—one where she was the hunter, and the billionaire was the prize. The End.

But the second I get close, she’s already staring at me. Her smile is gone. Completely gone. Leaving a tight look on her face. My stomach flips. “Pippa… what is it?” She stares back at the screen, looking terrified. “I don’t… I don’t understand,” she says quietly. “What are you looking at?” I ask, grabbing the phone from her. The phone screen is white, bright, with a bunch of news headlines in all caps flashing everywhere. “BILLIONAIRE CAIRO ASHER ARRESTED: CHARGED WITH MURDER."

Yet with Alice, it was as though I was chasing something I couldn’t quite name. There was something about her—a fire she didn’t realize she had, a vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. It drew me in and made me want to see just how much I could unearth beneath that careful exterior. But it wasn’t just curiosity, was it? No, this was personal.

Trinity replied half amused and half worried that her friend's head was going to explode if she kept on going about it like this. "Stop being a smart- ass Tri! Do you even realize what you have agreed to? He is a billionaire! A damn billionaire! He could have any girl he damn well pleased but he chose you! Someone he didn't know existed until last night! Doesn't that make you suspicious of his intentions? I thought you were smarter than that. But this, this is absurd!" Casey ranted on, equally worried and angry at her friend.

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.”

"Oh wait— says here, he's engaged. How come I didn't get wind of this?" "You’re not exactly the type who fights to read the business papers in the morning, hun." His jaw dropped. "She's gorgeous!" I immediately turned the screen to me. Vincentio’s fiance looked like if Snow White was a real person, only with long black hair, designer clothes, and instead of being surrounded by dwarves, was accompanied by giant bodyguards. "'Lysa Hearst, the heiress to the clothing giant, refused to comment on her fiance's disappearance.' Hmmm, now that's suspicious.” Andrew scrolled through the page. “There is no more news about their engagement."

She checked it, grinned, and slid it to me. It was a forwarded email from Amelia. A charity gala invite. Black-tie. Hosted by one of Noah’s business partners. I glanced at Cassie. “This is a setup, isn’t it?” “Of course, it is.” She leaned back, sipping her drink like a villain. “Step one, look gorgeous. Step two, make him realize what he lost. Step three, profit.” “I’m not going to a gala just to parade in front of Noah.” She shrugged, “Then go for the free champagne. Besides it's not just Noah that'll be there. Lots of other rich dudes too."

“Looks like you’re doing well.” The voice is sharp, biting, and instantly recognizable. My eyes snap open, and my stomach twists as I turn to see Fiona standing a few feet away. Her arms are crossed, and her expression is one of smug satisfaction. “Found yourself a new sugar daddy?” she sneers, her voice dripping with malice.

My forehead wrinkled. I guess, the job she was referring to is somewhat like her job but more decent. After that "examination", I blinked in disbelief. What had I just gotten myself into? The blend of confusion and amusement created a surreal image of my unexpected adventure into Barra's world. “One billion will be all yours. All you have to do is to set fire to a billionaire’s lust.” Barra casually dropped, leaving me dumbfounded. What? Did I hear her right? She playfully raised her eyebrows, confirming I heard correctly.

Bruno reclined his head as the woman performed an act that she excelled at: oral pleasure. She was eager to spend another night with the billionaire who had arrived in town. She had heard from other girls about his addiction to sex and other fetishes. As she felt the warmth in her mouth, she pulled back and smiled at the satisfied man.