Billionaire's Bargain Novels & Stories

They could not believe what they just heard. Did they hear that right? 1 billion? That was a huge amount! Someone really invested in Dustin, and it was a whole billion! 1 billion was almost as much as the Yeager family’s profit for five years. It was a huge sum of money! And no repayment required? What kind of deal was this? It was like giving money away. How could something this good even happen? How could anyone be willing to do this? No reasonable businessman would ever offer a deal like this.

he replied as he hurriedly signed the paper. The nurse collected the paper and his name caught her attention. “Oh my god sir,are you Mr Brian Losey,” she asked in excitement. “Can I see her now?”Brian replied, ignoring what the nurse just said. “Yes sir”she said as she hurriedly took him to Emily's room,she knew there was only one Brian Losey in the country,one of the most influential billionaires in the country. Emily laid on the hospital bed,with a drip on her hand. She was shocked when she saw Brian walk into the room. She remembered asking the doctor to call Brian,but she didn't think he was going to come.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

Zayn let out a low chuckled, "Don't worry Araceli, We'll be there with minutes to spare, just enough to keep them on their toes." Miguel chuckled, his amusement tinged with respect. "Mr. Vanderbilt always gets his way, doesn't he?" Zayn raised a nonchalant eyebrow. "Just prefer to keep things interesting, Miguel." I couldn't help but steal a glance at Zayn. There was a magnetism to him, an aura of power that belied his relaxed posture. He was a lion in a tailored suit, surveying his territory. The large doors of the "Finnmam's Enterprises" boadroom was swung open, revealing a room that spoke volumes about its owner's wealth. A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite

“I got it, I got it!” Tristan, the bald man, bowed respectfully once more. “I’ll be sure to treat Master York here kindly.” Tristan pretended to act like a clown, as if he was terrified of Harvey. Everyone was roaring with laughter. Of course, they weren’t laughing at Tristan, but at Harvey. “Master York! Since you have fifteen billion dollars lying around, you’re definitely the wealthiest man in Buckwood.” Hugh stepped forward, holding a glass of red wine. “I came to Buckwood because the Baker family is preparing to make an investment here.”

Baz was quick-witted and barked through the voice changer. That got Ralph worried. Squirming in the sack, he said hastily, “We agreed that I’d go to Treats Galore with the old geezer at their grand opening because I have connections with them. We’d cut the ribbons together and I’d spike the cream puffs with cyanide. Then, I'd got sixty million dollars for my trouble. “The old geezer got lucky and survived. But what does that have to do with me? I’ve paid off my gambling debts with the sixty million dollars I got from you. I don't have a cent left. I-I can’t afford to pay you back, Sally!”

He saw no reason to hide it now. “I have come to make a bargain,” Noah drawled, dropping into one of the plush chairs across from Arthur’s desk. He leaned back against the right armrest and threw his legs over the left one. He looked right at home. “Why the hell would I make a bargain with you?” Arthur asked, letting amusement coat his voice. He wanted Noah to think that he thought the whole thing was a joke. And in a way, he did. There was no way in hell he’d ever strike a bargain with Noah Cunningham.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

She wasn’t just a victim of circumstance anymore—she was caught up in something she didn’t understand. He paused, then continued, “Your stepfather owes me a significant amount of money. He made an agreement with me. And part of that agreement was that you would be taken care of.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “I’m offering you a choice, Catherine. Stay here, live in safety, or leave, and your stepfather will pay the price for breaking his deal.” Catherine’s heart skipped a beat. “You… you bought me? Like some kind of deal?” Her voice cracked with disbelief.

If they could not collect, their boss would kill them. The bald man tried bargaining. "Ms. Voss, give me a discount. Five hundred thousand down to, say, fifty thousand." He winced at Raymond's cold look and changed tack. "Okay fine. Just the principal. I do not want the interest. Just give me the principal, alright?" Who would have guessed this shabby alley hid such heavy connections? Who would have guessed Tiffany's friend could be linked to people who rubbed shoulders with Julian? The bald man had underestimated them.