Billionaire's Long-lost Angels Novels & Stories

"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!"

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..

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.

It would take a lot of money to live there and have all those things. A few pictures above the fireplace - yes, a fireplace - caught her attention. As she analyzed it, a page from a newspaper, where the man's face was printed on the headline, made her curious. He looked much younger than now, but she couldn't be mistaken. Unless he had a twin brother, that was him for sure. Gwen came closer to read what the news was about, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw who he was. "Businessman Finn Lane is named the youngest billionaire in the world by Forbes this month with just 22 years old."

His fingers closed tightly around hers, holding her hand with care, strength, and devotion. Below them, the great city kept moving. The cars kept driving, the streetlights began to turn on, and the busy world went on as it always did. But up on the high terrace, everything had changed. Greg was no longer the lonely billionaire hiding behind a cold wall, and Ariana was no longer running away from her past. They were standing together, ready to face whatever came next, hand in hand.

Annoyed, I glanced at the screen, but what I saw made my blood go cold. We were making the headlines in bold fonts. I picked up the phone, scrolling through the notifications, and every new alert made me sicker. There were paparazzi shots. We had tried to be very discreet with all the court drama, how did the paparazi get wind of it? The captions were vicious and disheartening and blood left my face. “Billionaire CEO’s Mistress Playing Mommy in court.” “Secret Nanny, Secret Lover or Secret Mother?” “A fight for motherhood- Would the Nanny be found worthy?”

Grant smirks at Ellis who grumbles but doesn’t argue further. “I calculated the missing money, after Ellis found account number twelve and I added its transfer history to my previous total I came back with a figure. Angel according to what we have here, those thieving bastards owe you 2 billion in embezzled money.” Angel says quietly. After she finishes speaking the room becomes pin-drop silent. 2 Billion?! They’ve stolen 2 Billion from me, at the very least, my mind is made up I am going to ruin these men who thought they could swindle my family and get away with it just because my parents are dead, and I was missing all these years.

Mira slightly chuckled and played the piano again in a soft melody called Think of Me from the theatrical soundtrack of The Phantom of the Opera. “Thank you.” Angel kissed the cheek of his mate while listening to the melody that she was playing on the piano. Then took a deep breath before sharing what he could not do earlier. “Okay, Babe, the Reeves family was once a rogue from a very weird pack called Lone Rogues. My great ancestors were merchants but they were capable of protecting and defending themselves. Of course, we inherit it. We’re capable of making things prosper due to our merchant side and when it comes to combat skills, they were inborn.” Angel started sharing the other secret o