Billionaire's Bargain Novels & Stories

“The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.” I frowned. “Only one part?” “There are hotels, media investments, real estate, and a few other things,” he said. I stared at him. I had known he was rich, but hearing it plainly made the truth heavier. James had always acted powerful, but now I understood the difference. James controlled the world around him, while Xavier belonged to a world much larger than that. Maybe Xavier saw the change in my face, because he said, “You do not need to look so worried.”

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

"Because I'm not going to lie, Mr. Carter. I've grown quite fond of the finer things in life. And I'm not sure a few measly millions are going to cut it." Carter's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He had taken the bait. "We're talking about a figure that starts with a 'B'," he said, his voice low and confidential. "A figure that would make even the most discerning socialite blush." May feigned a gasp, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "A billion dollars?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. "Are you serious?" "Completely serious," Carter said, his smile widening. "All you have to do is sign a simple non-disclosure agreement, and the money is yours. No questions asked."

I grasped hiding behind Annie who stood up, I never expected him to come in so soon, I wasn't really fully really prepared. "Camela" leo called. "Sir" I answered to quickly. "The result are out" leo said with a smirk. I went on my knees quickly "Please have mercy on me sir" I pleaded. "Mercy?" "Let bargain sir" I pleaded expecting a reasonable response only to be met with laughter. I watched as he laughed making me feel like a fool. "Am loenard Marshall dejung the richest billionaire on this planet" Leo boasted. "Not money sir" "Then what bargain?"Leo asked.

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

he said, “I don’t expect to either.” Barry Benson. From the outside, he looked like a don’t-mess-with-me corporate shark…which was kind of what he was. He traveled the world buying up failing businesses, stripping them down to only the most profitable pieces, and then selling off those pieces at a major profit to him. He had the Midas touch and had been the first of the five to reach his first billion. He was also gorgeous. Tall – really tall – with wide shoulders, a thick chest, and a tight ass. He had the chiseled jaw and commanding features of a superhero and the bright blue eyes and dark blonde hair that women seemed to fall all over.