Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!

Annabella said and Cindy groaned "Why!!!" She shouted "Because I don't know how to act,I don't even know what to wear" Annabella said "You should have at least asked me" Cindy said "He said I should give him date later" Annabella sighed "Good,tomorrow night would do" Cindy smiled "So...will you tell me about him?" Annabella asked and Cindy smiled "You came to the best" she grinned and cleared her throat "Actually for the past eight years,Thadeus Storm has been declared and known as the richest billionaire in the world,until three years ago" Cindy said and Annabella listened with total interest

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.

I don’t remember seeing him in the crowd, the talent show was for geeks and nerds. “You remember?” I smiled. “Of course, I was there,” I gasped in more shock. “You were?” “I was at the back so you probably didn’t see me. I left right after your performance,” It was sweet. He was always watching after all. We pulled up at a private cafe. I didn’t want the paparazzi taking any pictures of us, Nate was already upset as it was. The cafe had to be one of the fanciest cafes I’ve ever been to. It was for the top percent of the society. When Zac told me his family owned it, I was shocked. I had underestimated the length of their wealth.

In the end, I chuckled, shaking my head. She's proving my point, still... indirectly. "And who's Charles Mason?" I quizzed, staring askance. "This man," she answered, bringing her tablet closer for me to take a look. "He's the CEO of A&B," she informed, standing closely. I hummed, responding, "I've never heard of him." "He's from a fairly rich family, his company is still a start-up..." "I don't need the details," I stated, uninterested.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

I plaster on a smile, even as I whisper, “You’re the host? You planned this whole thing?” No answer. He just walks to the stage. What kind of human being do I go to bed next to every night? He takes the mic. Calm. Collected. Every inch the polished billionaire. “Thank you all for being here tonight,” he says. “It’s always a pleasure to be surrounded by people who understand the grind, the value of connection, and the future of innovation.” He continues, voice smooth, effortless. I watch him speak, and somewhere between his words, I drift.

Kensington, Alexander. Alistair's mouth tightened. After letting the phone ring twice and then three times, he hit the accept button. "Papa." He spoke in a calm, expectant, and detached tone. On the other end, a low exhale. Not impatience. computation. "You've probably seen the headlines." He didn't sense the tranquilly that Alistair exuded as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't waste time on rumours." A scathing laugh devoid of humour. "Stalk?" Alexander thought. "Every screen in the nation has your name on it. "The covert marriage of billionaire Alistair Kensington." A pause. "To a nobody."

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.