Chetan Bhagat New Novel Novels & Stories

The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

I was planning. Alexander may have believed he had complete control over my thoughts, every action I took, and every move I made in this penthouse, but he was still unaware of this aspect of me. The side that was calculating, patient, and dangerous when cornered. I glanced at the clock. Midnight had long passed. The city outside was silent, but inside me, a storm was building. I would use the information I had learned tonight. I would take my first step in a game I had no choice but to win.

In an instant, Chad is out of the car, hurrying to hold the door open for me, his expression apologetic. I hesitate, staring at the car, feeling trapped. If I get in, I’ll have to endure her persistent questions and the endless talk of fundraisers and gossip. But if I refuse, she’ll spread the story all over the city by morning. And I can only imagine the rumors that would swirl the lonely billionaire’s wife, suitcase in hand, tears on her face, waiting at a bus stop in the dead of night. I sigh, resigning myself to my fate. It’s better to have my ears talked off than to become the next hot topic on the Upper East Side.

To think she didn’t really get what she wanted, as Christian was no more by her side and she might never see him again, but then this reality she was in, seemed far better than any she would have wished for. Blowing invisible kisses, and turning back around towards the door that led outside, Dinah muttered some words of encouragement and then opened the door. She was stepping into a new life, a new world. As the daughter of a billionaire!

"You've ruined everything!" "Ah, whatever!" He cut me off impatiently. "Well, now that your billionaire boyfriend is out of the picture, perhaps you can give what we had a chance again?" Disgust curled in my stomach at his audacity. "You must be out of your mind if you think I'd ever consider letting you back into my life, you asshole!" A dark chuckle escaped Liam's lips, filtering over the phone and into my ears. "Still as stubborn as ever, you never change," he mused, his tone dripping with smugness. "But when you finally come to your senses, give me a call."

As Suhala gracefully slipped away into the crowd, Kabir seamlessly took her place beside Shanaya once again. When she turned to meet his eyes, she noticed the same bewilderment mirrored in his expression that resonated within her own thoughts. "What on earth just happened?" he whispered urgently, echoing Shanaya's own confusion. "I'm at a loss here. That was Anjali Bhatt, daughter of the famous actor Kartik Bhatt. She recently made her Bollywood debut. What is Dhruv doing with her?"

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.

"No," Susan said firmly, brandishing a seating chart like a weapon. "Absolutely not. The Singapore investors cannot sit with the venture capital team. Last time they argued about cryptocurrency for two hours." "But the London office—" Darren began. "Will be fine at table seven." She softened, touching his cheek. "Trust me. I've planned enough corporate events to know how to prevent international incidents at our wedding." From her perch on the penthouse sofa, Sophia hid a smile. At six months old, the twins were fascinated by their honorary aunt's wedding preparations, especially Cat, who kept trying to eat the sample ribbons.

Everything indicating wealth the family has, from the spiral staircase made out of imported marbles from three different countries to the massive chandelier above the walk-in area, a door opening up to show the massive living area in all its magnificent demeanor. James Russo is seen pacing around the living area, clearly very livid, Alex Russo, his son, tries to calm him down while promising him that he would revive the company and destroy Smith Carter in the future though he knew that won’t be easy but it will be done.

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.