Books-a-trillion Novels & Stories

Maybe one last email could turn things around—show him how dedicated I am, how passionately I believe in this vision. I took out my phone, switched on the internet, and, as if the universe had timed it, a notification flashed on my screen. My pulse quickened. Lorenzo’s name glared at me in bold text, followed by something I caught only in a blur—something about an “investment” in “Valentine’s Conglomerate.” I swiped down to read it clearly, my breath caught in my chest. "Lorenzo Fabrizio invests one million dollars into Valentine’s Conglomerate."

Lyra's POV I worked for eighteen hours with three breaks, all of them enforced by Alexander, who appeared at intervals with food I didn't remember asking for and stood in the doorway of the dining room until I ate at least half of it before he'd leave again. The dining table had become a war room in miniature, with printed documents in careful piles, sticky notes color-coded by name and year, my tablet propped against a stack of books with three different draft layouts open at once. The problem, once I actually sat with the material, wasn't a lack of information. It was the opposite. Thirty years of transactions, names, dates, wire transfers routed through four countries and back, medical re

The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

He looks quite afraid but he's obviously making an effort to hide it and control himself. He sits opposite me, as ordered. I study him as he looks at Seth, slowly studies the room then finally settles his eyes on me. "You want us to lend you a huge sum of money." I state, not question. He nods. "Yes." Before today, the last time I heard of Collins Fisher was when Seth told me about another client who wants to be lended money like that old man. I couldn't attend the meeting then because I had some other important work to do. More like an important issue to take care of. Seth told me the update of the meeting and now another meeting is being held to conclude everything.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

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."

But this was not why she was here, she was pregnant. She was carrying the baby of one of the most influential billionaires in the country. But Emily didn't care who he was,she was more concerned on what to do with the baby,she didn't want to keep it, but she was also scared to terminate it. Brian was surprised when he saw her,he knew he had seen this face before but he didn't know where. He kept staring at her as she walked closer to him. “She was beautiful,” he whispered to himself. Brian could see in her eyes that she was furious,he wondered who she was and why she was so mad,and why she was even at his house. Emily walked up to him looking directly into his eyes she said

“Right. This is just for the UK and English speaking markets worldwide, but not including the US. We’ll do those separately.” I frown, not understanding where the conversation is going. I’m going to need to do some serious research. English speaking markets? What are those? “Right. Are you ready for this?” he asks. Why on earth is he prolonging this? “Yes,” I say warily. “Both Little Brown and Hachette offered £350,000 for the series of five with the option to buy the rest, but Hachette has the slightly better deal on royalties.” I blink. What did he just say? But the cat book sold for £15,000 and I’m supposed to get a bit more. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch what you said,” I croak.