Billionaire's Long-lost Angels Novels & Stories

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.

"Has he been divorced with Angel's mother for so long? He and his daughter must have had a hard time" Bethel thought pitifully as she sat beside Angel who lay peacefully on the bed. She was begining to think Harry has no ulterior motive but again,who will just turn a girl into his sex slave just because her father owed h money? And he's not just any man. A billionaire!. He even made her his daughter's nanny. Billionaires always want the best for their families and she is nowhere near the best and he knows that she doesn't even have the experience.

"That is true, she ain't got title for no apparent reason so you should know that Tricia won't lay a finger on the real Queen... that skinny bitch has no friend and she is a mistress of her billionaire customer!" Angel got shocked to find out that billionaires also come to their bar. "Is that for real? No offense but that is too good to be true. Billionaires don't usually come in a place like this, it's too dangerous for them!" said Angel. "You're not considering the reality of life Angel," said Moira. "You need to change your perception about billionaires... besides Madam Glenda just met Carlo online, when she sold Tricia online... I meant to say her body!"

asked Angela innocently, making Regan sigh. "Then tell me. What have you been doing all day?" she asked. "Ah, today I really had a lot of surprises," said Angela. "What?" Angela started telling stories about the basement where the diamond was produced, which Fergus was after. Angela explained what Benneit explained earlier. "I really didn't expect this family to have such a giant company," Angela complained. "Wow, it turns out, Miss Billionaire, should I be grateful because you still chose a standard businessman like me?" she asked.

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

My life totally changed after the incident. Once I known as the most fun loving person. But after losing my most two important person I became heartless.. Now I am the heartless billionaire. I saw thinking about my life when my phone rang. I took out my phone and saw mom is calling me.. I picked up the call and she speaks up," Nick where are you?" Being confused I answered," Mom I am at office. And you know this" "Don't tell me you forget about Angelina's school program?" Mom asked me..

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?”

Angela said simply to her father. She turned to Duke Winston then, the second-highest shareholder, descendant of one of the earliest billionaires. “We’ll carry on,” she continued smoothly. “And wait for his signature.” Duke Winston looked ready to argue, the words trembling at the edge of his tongue. Instead, he nodded. And just like that, the meeting resumed—concluding with handshakes, quiet satisfaction, and the promise of hundreds of millions on the horizon for each person present at the meeting. Angela remained seated long after the room emptied.

“You must know that I am… how you say… wealthy?” Angel nodded as she smiled with relief that he wasn’t going into the ‘I’m a French homosexual’ speech. “I own a string of clubs,” he announced it as though it were some big revelation. Angel grinned at him. “Well, I’m not stupid, you know?” At her odd question, Bastien pulled his head back, looking puzzled. “I mean, you never work, and you throw money around like you were feeding the pigeons birdseed.” At her description, he looked a little mystified for a second, and then he laughed.

she whispered, reverently. "Twenty million American dollars," the angel confirmed. "Tax-free. Spend-it-how-you-like money. Life-on-easy-mode money." Tiffany clutched her invisible pearls. "Lawd." Tiffany's brain was already doing backflips. Twenty million?? In this economy??? Forget heaven — this was the REAL afterlife prize. "Okay okay okay..." Tiffany paced, rubbing her chin. "Beloved angel Deja... or Villainess Deja... hmm..." She grinned slow. Her gold-digger spirit started tingling. She looked up like she was crunching numbers in her mental calculator. "$20 million..." she whispered, eyes sparkling like Scrooge McDuck counting gold coins.