Claimed By Mr. Billionaire Novels & Stories

She listened, nodded, and looked straight at me. “Mr. Adrian would like to speak with you in his office. He said it’s important.” My stomach dropped. Adrian? As in Adrian Voss — the thirty-eight-year-old billionaire who owned half of New York, this mall, and probably half the people in it? The guy whose face was on every magazine cover, always with a different model on his arm? I played dumb, but my pulse was seriously racing. “Uh… tell him I’m with my dad. We’re kind of in a hurry.”

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

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?

she sniffle unable to finish what she was saying. Eduardo smiled again " Everything, I see everything in her, can't imagine spending my life without her and she is here" Lisa shock her head, Rich people. This was unbelievable, talking about your mistress and inviting her to your wedding, and smiling about it, he was truly a jerk. The crowd couldn't stop murmuring, this only happens one in a blue moon and or it doesn't happen at all, this was new "billionaire invites his mistress to his wedding then call it off at the altar" Lisa thought, headlines like this would be in the news for months.

"I'm not afraid of you, you can't touch me; what I am is bigger than you and the idiot masses." "Oh really, I've been wondering about that. Tell me senator, if you have the power to turn Starks into an animal of the night why are you and your sidekick trussed up like two old bitches in my warehouse? What, you ran out of powers?" "I'm not a fucking dog, you think I did all this so I could run around in the woods smelling my own ass?"

Liam stared at my Ferrari with wide eyes. “Are we going to ride this??” She asked in disbelief. “Yup, we don’t have any other vehicles here, and this is mine, Mrs. Liam,” I answered as best I could. Mrs. Liam has no pride in it, but it’s tough when you have something unique, and people want to know if it’s yours, then you have to admit it without looking cocky.

Papayas Strip Club The night was young and so were the ladies at Papayas strip club. Some laid stark naked stroking the dicks of people who were old enough to be their fathers, some were on the finest undies dancing lusciously to the night music, while some were being fucked hard core; it was an orgy house. It didn’t take long before the owner of the establishment noticed she was graced with the presence of the billionaire; Mr. Hill Hamilton. “Mr. Hill what a pleasant surprise.” Cox said with a warm smile. She also acknowledged the presence of Mike as well with a knowing smile and a soft nod.

Adam’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Because you’re my son,” he said. “And I trust only one man to hold this empire together when I’m gone.” Another silence. And then, the final blow. Adam turned toward the room, his voice thundering with finality. “He is the rightful owner of this company.”

SMASH! SMASH! CRASH! At the corner of the house, Three man clustering together, trying to avoid the shreads of the wine glasses. " What do you mean by you have no idea if she has a man in her home or not? Do I pay you to be fools!?" Marcus calmly raised his voice and pointed at them with a bloody hand. It appears he had injured himself in the process.

Bae couldn’t help but look at me again, this time from head to toe. “My, my, if it isn’t Mrs. Billionaire. You look really good, by the way." She said, checking her out with an exaggerated look of admiration. I rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh, shut up, Bae.” "Oh and how is our little baby billionaire huh?" She asked, touching my baby bump. "The baby is fine. And stop referring to us as Billionaires please." I said, rolling my eyes. "Well, aren't you billionaires? I'll keep calling you billionaire, billionaire." She commented as we both chuckled.