Books About Billionaires Novels & Stories

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

I tried getting a rich lover but I couldn't find a guy that would want me as a girlfriend or wife because every guy knows of my disdainful lifestyle, none of them wanted to have anything to do with me, especially when they found out about my father's bankruptcy. Am such a whore. I can't believe that I've slept with almost all the rich guys in town, the few I've not slept with yet are those that don't fool around and one of them is Nathan Trent. I have heard the rumor that Nathan is unable to be with any woman because of his illness. It is said that he is suffering from a rare condition called Alexithymic, As a result, he cannot feel any emotion. His family was searching for a wife that could

’ He’s so annoyed at that woman that his heart pounded in fury while seeing her! Didn’t he start liking Ryan after hating her first? Perhaps his destined partner was closer than he thought. "Hey," Terban called to his female friend. "How's the book you're publishing going?" Ryan smiled at him. "It's out. You can buy it in bookstores." "Really?! Congratulations!" Kyle said. "Don't we have copies?" Chaylen’s request. "What title? I will promote it to my fans," Vincent commented. "Living with the Five Billionaires," Ryan introduced.

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I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

A ghost of something that used to feel like safety. “Lucas,” she began carefully, “do you ever get tired of pretending everything’s under control?” His eyes flickered, That sharp billionaire calm cracking for just a second. “Control is the only thing keeping us alive.” She didn’t answer. Her gaze drifted toward the panoramic window. Reflected in it, they looked like strangers, a man built on power, a woman made of ghosts. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hours passed. The rain returned. She’d changed into one of his shirts, curled up on the couch while he worked across the room, the glow of his laptop painting h

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.