Claimed By Mr. Billionaire Novels & Stories

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

Y A N A I’m floored. Not only that, I think I just sank all the way to Satan’s armpits in hell because of what Mikhail said. However, he just looks at me pleasantly as though this is a perfectly sane conversation between two sane adults. “Of course, this will be completely--” “Aren’t you a billionaire?” I blurt out. When he looks mildly offended about my interruption, I lean close to him and say slowly, “You are a billionaire bachelor.”

The moment I touched it smoothly, A heart piercing as well as yet so mousy smileinstantly spread across my face, curving my lips up to a delightful glint of happiness. 'MY RING' which was worn by the person to whom I have given my whole heart, all my life & all my true love Aaron Maximillian, the one and only son of multi billionaire Mr. Jonathan Maximillian, the owner of AMax International Construction Corporation; one of top 10 companies in United States. Apart from that he is the best friend of my dad Peter Anderson for 15 years. Our families are so close because of the friendship our dads have built up between them through out those 15 years of their lives. That was the path which sh

"Okay, if you say so. I will leave, but can you call Mr Alcatraz out here? I need to speak to him." The bouncer frowned. "Do you know who Mr Alcatraz is? Why should I call him out here to meet someone like you?" "Well...... He called for this meeting. I also don't have enough time to fix a meeting with Mr Alcatraz." The people listening to them gasped. The audacity of the low class lady to talk down on one of the richest billionaires on the continent. "Madame, I think you have to leave now. Please leave as quietly as you can or we will be forced to throw you out."

Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. Adrian couldn't help but be relieved by Evelyn's nonchalant response. Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. "I'm glad you feel that way," Adrian said, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to be honest with you, Evelyn. I believe in transparency in our relationship." Evelyn nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Adrian, wealth doesn't define a person, and it certainly doesn't define love. I remember my mother," she said, her voice sounding sad.

He seemed to mind that our conversation was being overheard by them and ordered a dismissal. As they left, I wiped tears from my eyes, still giggling. "You don't think?" I found Nate's actions incredulous. He grinned sheepishly as he responded. “Well I didn't think it was going to be so difficult. It's just a little something I wanted to whip up.” A little something indeed. He almost brought down the house from trying to cook. If this got out, it would make a news headline. Billionaire burns down a mansion while trying to cook.

I reached over her shoulder and plucked a couple of boxes of the reddest ones, tossing them into our cart despite her protests. "But, Achilles... It is too expensive... It's forty dollars for six strawberries... I can just get the—" I cut her off by pushing her away from the shelf, not giving her a chance to put them back. "Love, did you forget that your fiancé is a billionaire? The wealthiest man in the country? You could eat these every day for every meal, and you wouldn't even put a dent in my account." Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I... uh... It's just that... I, um..."

But his next words stopped me in my tracks. “I can’t give you two million dollars, but I know someone who can give you more,” he said casually. I turned back to him, intrigued despite my anger. “Who?” “Well, there’s a rich billionaire in town who happens to be looking for a wife.” “And so?” I asked, growing tired of his games and antics. “What does that have to do with me?” “Well, he’s not that okay…” Donnie said, waving his hands in a dismissive manner, “he has some bit of, actually never mind.”

I didn't know what it was, but he smiled so widely that I thought it would reach his ears. “I was expecting you, Margo. My magic directed you here.” Mr. Bernard said. “Really. Try again.” Margo raised her eyebrows. “Let me call Allysia here.” He stretched his palms forward and closed his eyes, mumbling incoherent words. “She'll be here soon.” He opened his eyes, and everyone laughed. Everyone was lively. I've always thought all billionaires were arrogant. But it was like a comedy show there. The laugh stopped, and I realized I was the one still laughing.

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.