Claimed By Mr. Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

And lastly, she was linking her arms next to a tall handsome man I didn't know! As if to make things worse, another man appeared from the entrance, tall and confident. I instantly recognized this one. A top billionaire in the city with his retail shops established in over five hundred branches scattered across countries. Adrian Smith, owner of A&D group. What was he doing here? "Meghan dear. I've made reservations already. We don't want to be late." That Adrian was speaking to my wife like they were buddies! "What? Reservations? What reservations?" I forgot my purpose of visiting and instantly wanted to just hold my Meghan by the hand and drag her away from these men.

Probably the old man have not called her yet. "So do you get the contract?" She asked immidately. "Ofcourse I did" I said and threw the files on her table carelessly. "What's that about?"She asked faking ignorance. "Are you always like this?" I asked with the little patient in me. "Like what? Do you know who Mr lawal is?,He is the richest billionaire aside Mr Brown here and overseas" She said sitting down on her seat. "So you want me to give my body to that,old cargo because of contract they doesn't worth it? You see if it were to be young handsome dude I will say maybe you wanted me to find my Mr right but that old one with bald head? I laugh ironically.

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

ONE of them asked. The billionaire did not even bother to answer. His henchmen took his silence for consent, and one of them pulled out their weapon. “I am not Alexander!” my voice rang louder than I thought it would, and real fear hit at the pit of my stomach as the chair turned around and I finally found myself face to face with the most ruthless billionaire in the entire country. I shut my eyes, believing that my punishment would be worse if I dared to look at him. “What joke is this Justin? Why do you bring me a fucking woman in place of Alexander?”

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

Someone, he can easily divorce when his beloved appears. He walked toward them nonchalantly. Their gaze locked for a moment, and he stared back at her as she continued to stare at him. it was as if she was just seeing him for the first time and that didn't seem well with him. He couldn't believe there was someone in the country who was ignorant of him. Damon Willy is the world's most famous designer ever. He is known in the country for his good looks and cold attitude that most ladies consider sexy. And a hottie billionaire workaholic.

It took me a while to realize the meaning of those words, and connecting one point to another was slower than I had imagined. “It can’t be,” I covered my lips with my hands, “But you are a luxury escort; you were at the agency that day.” “It was a mistake.” His words made my stomach clench. “I am the billionaire Miguel Carrascal.” I was never a luxury escort.”