Billionaire's Long-lost Angels Novels & Stories

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

Something was off. She was about to find out the hard way what it meant to cross a woman with vengeance in her heart—because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Meanwhile, on the bar terrace, Caesar chuckled as he reached for his coffee cup. “I swear, Everett’s mom almost made me auction myself off twice just to make Angelina smile.” “She was glowing after that auction,” Everett smirked. “And Amaliah’s bid? Five hundred million euros? You, my friend, are officially the most expensive man on the planet.”

They have the money and the clout to keep their sick lifestyle hidden while parading in public as upstanding citizens of their country, and they weren't the only ones. If half this shit was to be believed quite a few of the rich and famous of the free world were into some sick shit that involved kids. No wonder the senator was willing to get his hands dirty to keep it a secret. There were a lot of moneyed people on that list. My boys both local and abroad have been going at this thing hard, that's why the information was pouring in so seemingly effortlessly. To a man they all hated what we were uncovering and it made them work that much harder. It's only been a few days and already they want

"Alive. Safe. Like myself again." Something shifted in my chest at her words—a loosening of tension I hadn't realized I was carrying. Dangerous. This woman was dangerous to the careful control I'd maintained for years. "Marco's finished his investigation into George," I said, deliberately changing the subject. Angel's expression shuttered. "And?" "He's in financial trouble. Taking loans from questionable sources. The trust fund you mentioned would have been a convenient solution." She sighed, running a hand through her already disheveled hair. "That explains the sudden romantic gestures."

Harm's Length Callum’s pov “Are you sure you had them delivered;” I question, running my hands through my hair. “ i did; the private investigator replied “ Then why is she leaving town? find out, and this time, do it right if you have to buy all the luxury bags in the world and deliver them to her doorstep to stop her, THEN DO It!!” I angrily slammed my phone on the table. Why was she leaving so soon, from what I gathered she is in Los Angeles for a tour

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

Ferisha knew very well how Valentino felt because he must be very annoyed with two men who could easily get out even though their mistake was quite big and this makes him angry. "How much did it cost them to free themselves?" asked Valentino in a trembling voice which meant he was holding back his anger. Ferisha scratched the part of her ear that didn't itch as if it was difficult to tell the amount of money that Valentino meant. "About forty billion." Valentino was wide-eyed in shock that even himself, who had just suffered a loss of one hundred billion, was a bit dazed especially since these two didn't seem as rich as him but could spend a huge amount of money for their freedom.

In the passenger seat, Angelina sat lost in thought, her gaze empty as it lingered on the window. Hans stole a glance at her, then exhaled sharply. “If your head is still full of Barron Cross, how on earth are you supposed to think about me, Angelina?” Angelina turned slowly, startled by his words. “What do you mean?” “Our relationship barely moves. It’s stuck in place. You know, Angelina… this handsome billionaire here—you’re cruel enough to leave his feelings hanging.” Hans grumbled, half joking, half serious. Angelina frowned. “Hans, don’t you care about your family’s company, which is under threat from so many enemies? Why are you suddenly acting so foolish?”

"I can handle it, but sometimes my patience just runs out." I gently patted her back, noticing her hands were shaking from anger. Her anger issues were acting up again. "What are they talking about? Why aren't they paying attention to you?" I asked, noticing she had calmed down. "It's still about the missing billionaire. It's all over social media. It's still the hot topic since last week. Especially now, since they’re offering a reward for anyone who finds or sees him. So, people are going all out looking for him," Lean explained.

We all chuckled seeing them. "Aren't you angels too small to carry so many chocolates and eat them, what if the tooth fairy came to know?" Izzy cooed them bending down to their height. "There is no such thing as twooth fairy." "Yeas it's just a stwory." Jackson and Ella replied. "Really, who told you that?" "He did" Jackson said pointing at the man near the table where chocolates were kept. And that man turned out to Adam knight, Ethan's dad.