Billionaires Missing Darling Novel Novels & Stories

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...

Celeste Quintaña "Are they really married?" One of the young heiresses in the party solemnly asked. She was standing in the crowd with another group of heiresses who once and still is wishing to be on Maeve's position. It was no surprise how these young and beautiful women eyed September Thorne as a material husband. For who knows what reasons, but women are actually more drawn to men with a bad boy image. Plus, the man of the subject is also undeniably handsome and filthy rich, who wouldn't like to be his wife?

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

After our conversation, I started working and kept myself busy cleaning the cups and plates. "By the way, did you see the news about the missing man?" Lean asked, but I didn’t look at her. I was curious about what she said. "Another missing person? That’s nothing new in the Philippines, so it’s no surprise that so many people go missing here," I replied before glancing at her. "He’s not just any ordinary person in the Philippines—he’s a billionaire." There are still rich people going missing in the country? I thought something like that was really rare.

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

It seemed to be that time of year again, ball season. I was familiar from my years as a child. But also once when I was slightly older and my Mother managed to get us invited to one, she was dating some rich fraud who ran away with our money. I have been out of the high society ball loop for long time now. But even so, I had heard of Harding Industry’s annual charity Gala. From what I knew it was all long elegant dresses and smart tux’s in an elaborate ballroom filled with romantic flowers. Everybody who was anybody was invited.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

right until I picked up my phone. 52 missed calls. All from Penny! “Penny?” I said the moment she answered. “What’s going on? Why this much—” “V,” she cut me off, breathing hard. “Check the links I sent you. Right now.” I didn’t even question it. I opened our chat, clicked on the first link— And my heart stopped. “Manhattan Elite Society Scandals Again: The Whitmore Heiress Caught in a Secret Romance with Two Billionaire Brothers on the Malibu Coast.”