Billionaire On Fire: Chasing Her Novels & Stories

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 said. I nodded, and forced myself to put an eager smile on my face. “Got it. Definitely.” She smiled in return, a thin, predatory thing. “Good girl.” We soon packed the bags and the driver helped carry them to the car as she drove me home. We watched a show on her car tv as I admired the leather in this premium car. And there it was. Dennis’s face. Alex’s face. A graphic with a giant question mark between them. “…the question on everyone’s mind,” said a host whose teeth were way too white, “is how did a simple assistant from a modest background really catch the eye of a billionaire heir? Was it love at first sight? Or was it something… more calculated?”

They caught my trembling hands curled inside his. They caught the way he leaned close when I coughed, his composure slipping for half a second before he forced it back into place. By morning, the world would have a thousand versions of this story. Some would call him heroic. Some would call us tragic. Some would say the fire had transformed our engagement into the greatest romance story in the country. The billionaire who ran through flames for his showgirl queen. It sounded beautiful. It sounded perfect. It sounded nothing like the truth. Because the truth was messier.

the investigator said. “And?” Arzhel asked. The investigator leaned back slightly. “We verified her movements,” he answered. I frowned. “What do you mean?” I said. “The night of the fire, Ms. Stephanie was in Paris,” the investigator said. I blinked. “Paris?” I asked to confirm. “She was attending the Maison Élise Fashion Gala,” the investigator said. He put another document in front of us. There were lots of pictures there. “There are over three hundred guests in that event. Lots of photographs, video coverage, and media interviews surfaced online. It was even broadcast live. Her face was seen in those.”

She quickly nodded and looked at her system. She raised her head and looked at Sherry with a polite smile, "It costs five billion dollars, it is the only one you can't find anywhere else" The attendant said. Sherry's heart froze. That much!! F-five billion dollars? She would probably go bankrupt. She thought once she married rich, she would be rich too. Why is she always spending money!!? She would probably go bankrupt in a year, if she keeps buying things for him. She forced out a smile, "We will not take it, we will look around to see if there will any cheap ones"

I look around for someone I can talk to, but none of the women interest me, not like Max. I look over and see she is now dancing with him. Great. She is having the time of her life. As she should be. She is young and beautiful and our deal just made her a millionaire. It will make my company a lot of money too, but instead of being elated, I feel like crap. Yet no matter how much it hurts to watch her; I can’t look away. So I spend all night watching them flirt, laugh, and dance. By the time the night ends, my feelings have somehow grown deeper for this woman I barely know. A woman I can’t have.

Red-haired, freckles across her face, her arm draped around Sabrina’s shoulder like they were inseparable. And then, as I read the headline beneath the image, a cold chill instantly ran down my spine. FINTECH CEO’S ADOPTED DAUGHTER; GEORGINA PIERCE, ATTEMPTS TO BURN OWN FAMILY TO DEATH IN A FIRE SHE STARTED IN THEIR MANSION. My blood ran ice cold and I felt my fingers trembling slightly as I re-read the words. So this was the Georgina Pierce Julian wanted me to research? And she was also adopted by the Pierces, just like Sabrina?

"No Ryan. You never did." Chloe got out of the car. She was recording everything with her phone. "Mom... What is happening?" Elara looked at her daughter calmly. "For eight years you both thought I was a woman who couldn't cook steak." She stepped closer. "I am the founder and CEO of Hamilton Global."