Claimed By Mr. Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You want me to stay alive just so I can chase some mystery?” “I want you to stay alive because you nearly died,” she shot back. “And there are people who still want you dead.” Elias leaned back against the pillows with a groan, his body reminding him he was still broken. “I’m a billionaire. I probably make enemies every time I open my mouth.” “And not all of them play fair.” He didn’t reply. Instead, his eyes scanned her face again, slower this time. She could almost feel him studying her, measuring her reactions, her expression, her voice.

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.

Helloooooo, Mr billionaire is stuttering a lot today. "I swear you're the only girl that ever made me feel alive whenever we kissed or something of that sort. With you it was different. You don't know how many nights I jerked off at the thought of you. Even that night when I went to that club, I was thinking about you. When I fucked that bimbo, it's you who were in my head. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I noticed I'm selfish and I do stupid things every now and then. I'm sorry for being overprotective over stupid things. That's why I don't want to hurt you again. I will not bother you again and from now on---"

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? ”

She politely bowed after pouting at my bruised wrists. "Thank you so much again." She left me alone with a sense of protection as I grazed her retreating figure. This would not have been possible if it weren't for Mr. Zavier Salvay. The old man I bumped into. He is a billionaire. I have not noticed him before, as I was too shocked to think of anything else other than my life and dignity. But the man is one of the top billionaires. I have seen his pictures in magazines and newspapers. "Thank God," I said, closing my eyes and sipping a small gulp of black coffee.

He spoke with a strong and commanding voice. "I am not your typical billionaire; rather, I am a powerful man. You have no idea who might come after you, Claudia, because I have a large number of adversaries whose identities are unknown. What would you do if they kidnapped you once more? Who on earth is going to fork over the cash for your damn charge a second time, huh? Do you really believe that I won't go out and make another billion only to set you free?”