Billionaires Missing Darling Novel Novels & Stories

You know if it's Simon, you can just say it," I said, tightening my grip slightly. Maybe she was warming Calhoun's bed... my first thought. But no, that didn't sound rightnow I think of it First, she wasn't Calhoun's type. Second, Calhoun wasn't the type to stoop so low like he did in the past with that maid. His mistress, Diana, was a multimillionaire who ran a successful company. So the idea of him falling for an ordinary maid was ridiculous. Yet here Clover was, bruised, marked, and lying. Interesting! Very interesting...

Desourire was just like Melinda's twin, they were both 25 and she owned an art supply store which was one of the biggest in the city of Philadelphia. One could say at the age of 25, Melinda had it all. But deep down, she was not as happy as people think she was. No one actually knows what you are going through unless they are in your shoes. Melinda has never experienced what was called "True love." She needed someone who would love her genuinely, she needed a soul mate; the bone of her bone and the flesh of her flesh. Someone who would love her till eternity and not someone who wanted to be with her to get a fortune out of her. That's right. Guys were always after Melinda. Not because they l

PENNY Wickedly smart. Insanely intelligent. Sexy and terrifying. Son of a senator. CEO of Hilton Tech and the most eligible bachelor under thirty. Christian Hilton is apparently a huge deal and now a giant wall standing between me, my inheritance, and opening my bakery. “The city’s leading man,” Jess reads off her phone beside me, then snorts. “I’ve never heard of him.” Which is the truth. He’s a stranger. An unknown and I’m expected to just marry him.

There is nothing interesting going on the television except for some sport review, but just as the attendant comes in with a saucer bearing a flute of champagne and a smaller plate with a snack in it, the discussion ongoing on the TV changes from sports to the business world. This, howver, catches Adrian’s attention. “So, it has become the hottest news of the day as two very different people have been caught on multiple dates, and ordinarily, this would have been something for the entertainment segment, but when it comes to the one and only Damien Blackwell, famously known for his reclusively and cold lifestyle, it is a completely different ballgame.” At this, Adrian sits up. “Who is this lu

He was going to have her. "I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just came here to binge and buy a few novels." Kane wanted to laugh at her incredible smart skills, hell, that woman was trending on the screen, the most beautiful out of the Denver Triplets. His assistant was saying something, but Kane was already halfway gone towards the woman behind the counter.

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

It wasn’t a smile of amusement; it was the look of a hawk spotting its prey. “A million dollars, Evelyn? That’s an awful lot of money for a late-night assistant. You must be desperate.” He picked up a second, heavier-looking document from his desk and slid it across the flawless glass surface. “I don’t give loans, Ms. Reed. I only offer contracts. And I have a very specific one in mind for you.” My eyes widened as I looked down. The bold, all-caps title stared back, sealing my fate: THE THORNE MARRIAGE AGREEMENT

"Anything. My company, my building, my life." "Never lie to me again. And... and you have to let me pay for noodles sometimes. Even if you are a billionaire. I like paying for you." Ethan laughed, a real laugh, in the rain, holding his wife barefoot. "Deal, my wife. Now can we go home? Your feet are cold. And I bought you Dior and you are still wearing your sister's coat." "Our home?" Elise asked, shyly. "Our home. Billionaires' Row. Our bed. No pillow wall."

"When I was fifteen, my father lost a significant portion of our estate in a bad merger. I was humiliated. The other kids in our circle were vultures. Jolie was the only one who didn't change. She sat with me in the vineyards every day for a summer. She told me that a name is just a name, but the land remains." "So you're in love with a memory," I said. Gabriel’s eyes snapped back to mine. "I am in love with the person who saw me when I had nothing." "But you have everything now," I pointed out. "And she’s still treating you like that fifteen-year-old boy who needs his hand held. She doesn't see the man who runs the empire, Gabriel. She sees the furniture." I saw the hit land. His jaw tighte

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw