Chetan Bhagat Novel Novels & Stories

Anna** The man was one of the youngest billionaires in New York. He was cool, gentle, and responsible. I knew him very well; his name was Johnson Harrison. I had heard a lot about him, and I was surprised to learn that Claire could be having an affair with him. I heard that he doesn’t tolerate nonsense from ladies; he is a man of discipline and great diligence. I adjusted myself in my chair, still in shock, and decided to ask Claire some questions. “How do you manage to date someone like him? I’ve heard he doesn’t give ladies the time of day at all,” I bombarded her with questions, raising my eyebrows.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

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 see you've got a filthy mouth.” Avery smiled sweetly. “I usually save it for people who deserve it.” I didn't bother interfering. I wasn't worried because Natalia had just picked a fight with the wrong woman Natalia scoffed. “I see that Riley surrounded herself with ill-mannered people.” Avery's smile disappeared. "And here I thought expensive clothes were supposed to buy class.” Natalia laughed coldly. “Do you even know who I am?” Avery folded her arm. "No." She paused thoughtfully. "But judging by your attitude, you're probably unemployed.”

The sound was too muffled, and my nerves pricked as I tried to catch the words. Desperate for air free of scotch and suspicion, I turned to face the window. Far below, the city glistened, each skyscraper serving as a reminder that Alexander's world was based on darkness and power. The streets appeared innocuous from above, like veins of lights. But I knew better.

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."

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

Divyanshi took three deep breaths before pressing the doorbell. She was nervous and excited at the same time. Vihaan's house was located in one of the posh housing areas in Mumbai, which emphasised the stark difference in their current lives. Thirteen years ago, he had been a simple middle-class boy backpacking around the country on vacation. He had once told her that his sister had fallen in love with someone from upper-class society and married him. Vihaan had been living with them while attending a nearby college.

She was extremely angry, feeling like her chest was a prickly cactus, stinging painfully. She listened angrily for a while, angrily hung up the phone, and threw it onto the sofa. “Mom, I want to kill Alabella,” she said angrily to Olivia. Olivia stared at Chloe’s arm still in a plaster cast, then rubbed her own nose, equally angry. “I also want to kill her.” “Any news from that person?” “I found out she was sold to a poor valley. A dreadful place, evil people, ferocious customs. No signal, not even electricity...”

CHAPTER NINETEEN Aiden's POV When I woke the next morning, I was surprised to find myself in the plush, leather chair in my study. With a start, I sat up and looked around, running my fingers through my hair. It took me a moment to realize I'd slept off while working. My eyes glazed over the pile of files on my table. I saw the bills that needed to be paid, the receipts from transactions, and all the rest of the useless debris that made up each of my days as the leader of a mafia gang.