Billionaires Missing Darling Novel Novels & Stories

My throat closed, my eyes burning with the humiliation of her words. She stopped at the balcony door and turned around. “You have a few days to decide, but don't disappoint me. I'd hate for this generous offer to… expire. I'll have someone reach out to you in three days.” She said with a note of finality, and left. I was shaking like a leaf. Mrs. Marchetti was offering me everything I could ever ask for, and all I had to do was leave Cassian. Could I do it? Could I just take the money and run? Start over somewhere else, go to school, live the life I'd always wanted without selling myself to dangerous men?

He pulled at his collar as he continued grumbling. “Oh, hush,” she said. “You need to straighten up and be seen doing business if you are to get a woman to take you seriously as a long-term companion.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “Especially, if that woman is Jessica. She has spent fourteen years married to a prominent DC attorney with a potential political future. She’ll turn her nose up at a billionaire playboy who lives off his money, drinks excessively, and screws every woman he meets.”

I mutter thoughtlessly, feeling numb as we work our way around green-and-black-clad attendees. On a regular day, I’d have been inwardly screaming at the amount of actresses and models I’ve brushed past in the crowd. There was Liora Vance, the richest perfume creator in the world, supermodel Sienna Vale casually sipping some blueberry champagne, looking around like she committed a crime, even acting duo Knox Harrington and Elias Creed, leaning towards one another as if they’re about to kiss. And my favorite among them? Multi-millionaire writer Nicco Moretti, possibly the richest thriller author in the world.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

he asked. "I said that I had a miscarriage before, and what he saw was not his child," I replied. "So, it was right that I introduced myself as your husband because he would think that Agatha is our daughter. It was right that I did that," he said while nodding. "Duh? He's a millionaire now, and I don't think your pretending will be safe," I answered him. He laughed and shook his head before speaking, so I frowned at him. "He's just a millionaire," he said, as if hearing it from me was an insult to him.

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

I understand you may have some concerns, but I assure you, my intentions are true. Sabrina snorted. "True? You mean you truly wanted a free ticket to wealth. I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "That's enough, Sabrina. Adrian is my husband, and you will treat him with respect." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Adrian spoke. "I may not come from wealth, but I work hard, and I care about Victoria's happiness. That's all that should matter." Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "How noble of you. But let's be honest, a man like you will never fit into our world."

Mitchell asked " Why is it that people always think that billionaires don't have girlfriends or wives? " Diana asked " Uuhm haven't you read every other book that has a billionaire? Most of them don't want to get attached to someone or they just have a cold heart " Mitchell answered " And what if this rich billionaire has a cold heart? " Diana asked " Well every cold heart just needs some warmth and eventually it'll melt" Mitchell asked " You sound so sure. Maybe his heart is just too cold to melt" Diana said as she tried to discourage her best friend a little bit