Claimed By Mr. Billionaire Novels & Stories

But the noise from the TV caught her attention as she heard the name of the same man who had left her in this terrible condition. “CEO of Carter Textiles Ltd, Edward Carter is back with his ex-fiancée who seems to be pregnant,” the news broadcaster said, smiling excitedly. “It is said that they will be getting married soon.” A picture of Edward in an intimate position with a pregnant brunette came up on the TV. The presenter had explained that the picture had been shot at a social event where the billionaire had claimed that the woman who had been his date, Natasha Wills, was his soon-to-be wife and that they were expecting their first child.

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

Adrian's voice, his words echoing through the phone. "I'm billionaire Adrian. The policy has been in existence for years; it doesn't mean that it can't be changed." The voice of Mr. Adrian rose to a shout, the redness on his face with indignation at the same height. His eyes blazed intensely, his jaws clenched. The moment the name "billionaire Adrian" escaped his lips, the doctor's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he hung the call immediately.

Edwin cooed, and I sighed. “Fine then. Just for tonight,” I said, and they nodded happily. “One question though, who is this billionaire?” They exchanged looks as I waited for their answer. “He is a popular and mysterious billionaire.” Maven answered. I hummed. “And who is this popular and mysterious billionaire?” I blinked at them. “It's a surprise.”

She pointed at herself. He nodded again. "But you know what? This boss is way too generous I guess, cause he rescheduled the meeting for me. And I do not think that every billionaire could do that." He was also agreeing with her as he took in what she was saying with a slight frown. "And you know who this billionaire owner is?" She asked him and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Mr. Callix Russells of the R Industry." She gushed out while his eyes went big as saucers.

It's good to know that I won't be alone with him. Smiling, he asked, "why are you looking for Mr, Young, is he your lover?" "Don't spout nonsense, it is nothing like that" I defended getting sick at the thought of dating a forty-something years old man. "Why not, he's a billionaire" he replied casually dropping his fork. "He is?" I ask in astonishment as I looked at the manor in a whole new light. I knew it was a luxurious home but I never expected I was in the house of a multi billionaire.

That usually made them open their mouths. But, this one was different. Clayton replied with a high-pitched laugh as he clapped. The chains rattled against one another, creating an irritating sound. “You don’t know anything, don’t you? Oh goody! Mr. Billionaire’s got no idea, I can’t believe it! I was waiting all these years if you ever did something, but you’re just so fucking clueless, aren’t you? ”