Billionaire On Fire: Chasing Her Novels & Stories

He expressed as he started moving inside. *** "Where is she?" Kathrine asked, giggling as we sipped our margaritas at her bar. "She's in the middle of nowhere and is going to die there for sure." I laughed. "That's good. I saw her posts trending, and apparently, they have about a million-dollar reward for whoever has information about where she might be." "Because I know how you are, I made a transaction of 2 million dollars to your account for helping me get her. I know that I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

I couldn’t help but look around my surroundings: the marble floors and expensive paintings on every wall, the high ceiling, and a big chandelier at the center of the hall. It was like a house from a Hollywood movie,I had known she was well-to-do from the moment I pulled her out of a sleek Porsche but this mansion confirmed that “well-to-do” was an understatement. And now that she would be taking over White Nova Robotics as CEO soon, it felt so unreal I was speaking with such a powerful personality. White Nova had always been the company I wanted to work in before I built mine, this was all too much to take in. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I wasn't dreaming but that would only make

He has won numerous awards and also made a name for himself in the city. Henry is the perfect eligible bachelor in the city. Aside from being the billionaire’s heir, he is handsome,tall, dark skinned. He has brown eyes and dark hair. The real definition of a handsome gentleman. He is the dream of every young lady but Henry seems not to be interested in anything that has to do with matchmaking. He believes he will find love when he’s ready and also with the right woman. He might be cold to everyone,but he is a preacher of love. He called the secretary’s office on the line…

"That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!" The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. "This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her—she's being kept under wraps." The group chat went wild. "Ten billion? That's the kind of luck you don't even see in movies!" "What's she like? Stunning? Single?" one alumnus joked. "If she's my type, I might just shoot my shot…" "Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura's unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

The only redeeming point is that he had never abused her even once. A commotion in the café pulled her thoughts back to the present. Audible gasps filled the room, and Anna froze as the billionaire, Liam Parker, appeared on the TV alongside a woman dressed in a seductive red dress that hugged her curvy figure. The woman’s hand was perched on the crook of his arm, and she was all smiles as they walked down a red carpet event Anna had no idea about. The presenter was speculating about the possibility of a relationship between Liam and the young actress, Melisa Brown.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

She picked up Ethan's black coffee - her father's black coffee, no sugar, like his heart before her mother - and threw it. Not at Leo. At the wall. It splashed, black, bitter. "I hate billionaires!" she shouted, crying, in Zara and sneakers, just like her mother 20 years ago in Chelsea Registry Office. "I hate liar billionaires! Both of you!" She ran out into the rain, barefoot? No, in sneakers, but running, just like her mother ran from the penthouse when she found out Ethan was a billionaire. Leo tried to run after her, but Ethan caught his arm, his grip iron.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

Richard asked calmly, then with dissatisfaction said, "If this is the case, I will simply ask someone to teach her a lesson. Why do you want me to chase her?" His eyes fell on the photos, and he was somewhat startled. He didn’t look at it carefully, but it seemed that the woman in the photo was really pretty, actually really breathtaking. "Oh, this is a long story," Susan frowned. "She is Hazel, but she is a vicious woman who is vain, she especially likes to seduce rich people and deceive them to get their money and love! Originally, it had nothing to do with me, but she is now entangled with one of my distant cousins.”