Billionaire's Bargain Novels & Stories

So he puts it on speaker for me to hear as well. "Mr. Knighley. It seems that today is your lucky day." "Oh, please do explain to me how the day you kidnap my daughter has become my lucky day." The kidnapper goes silent for a few seconds; in the background, I can hear someone talk to him; it is an oddly familiar voice that I cannot quite place at the moment. But putting that to the back of my mind, I listen to the kidnapper carry on, "Eight million, that is our offer. Eight-million, and you get your daughter."

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Louise said and turned to Mercedes. "Right, let's go! We just got paid last week!" Kris shouted. "Yes, come on, I'm going with you now. I'm going to drink there. Let’s forget that stupid asshole!" I shoutedand my friends cheered. We rode a tricycle to go to an expensive bar. I just held my breath when we stopped at a boutique clothing store. I thought it was in the boutique, but it's actually in the mall. Expendables. Here I am again, I am no longer attracted to those men. We will go back to the bar and party until the morning. I’ll buy a sexy dress and be beautiful tonight! Just a little bit of alcohol won’t hurt.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

Betty stared at them curiously, then asked softly, "How much are these chips for?" "One billion!" Bryson replied indifferently. Betty immediately gasped, staring at him with her eyes wide open, "You guys gambled so much?" Bryson turned his head and asked, "Is this considered big?" This time, Betty felt like an ignorant child in front of him. She bit her lips and wrinkled her nose, "I don't understand the world of the wealthy." Bryson suddenly extended his hand, and caressed her head like an elder, "Then watch carefully, tonight if I win the money will be yours, if I lose, I'll take it, how about that?"

He assured them and they all had smiles on their faces. “The business deal.” “We’re hoping to buy into the Italian cartel. Push to America and Spain.” “It’s lucrative but how are you doing to channel all of the funds? What business are you planning to use as it’s cover up? What business name?” “Mine.” Bruno, the man on the front line said. “What legal business is that?” “I have a chain of restaurants and-” “That’s not enough. I don’t think it can’t cover all that money no matter how overpriced.”

"Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost." San told him as she just discovered while gossiping with the nurses. "I know." He added and felt San becoming stiff. "You...." She was stunned. Did she make a mistake in accepting him while Gael smirked. "How you think I reached at this point?" "You...are really..... doing this." She blinked slowly trying to figure out how to deal with this. One man she thought was different and alas he was a bad apple too.

"She honestly believes that keeping up appearances will solve a multi-million-dollar debt. That’s how she was raised. If the neighbors think you’re fine, then you’re fine." "Appearances can buy you time in the short term," Declan noted, taking a slow sip. "But the banks look at balance sheets, not social standing. Your father should have known that before he overleveraged his assets to support Richard Thorne." Sienna looked up at him, her expression serious. "Do you think he will actually have to sell the house?" "If he wants to avoid bankruptcy? Yes," Declan said flatly. "Vance International will likely buy the land through a subsidiary by the end of the quarter. The location is prime real

“It’s an honor to meet you.” He knew my name, I was surprised because I didn’t know who he was then. “Darren Maxwell.” His name fell off his lips so eloquently He told me he was a philanthropist and business investor and that his company had just acquired three oil fields in West Texas. That he was looking for joint philanthropic projects. He said all the right things, very intelligently, polished and well-spoken. But more than that, he listened. Or at least, pretended to. And in that moment, I let my guard down.