Dreamland Billionaires Series Book 3 Release Date Novels & Stories

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

“I can trust you, yes? I don't play with my family. It's everything to me.” I allow the ghost of a smile to grace my face. An image forming in my mind of doe-eyed woman with long auburn hair, electric blue eyes, and a delicateness that I want to destroy. “Of course, Vlad. Family is a top priority for me too.” This seems to please the russian billionaire and the meeting ends with him beaming like a kid and trying to hug me. Luckily, Liam intercepts him before I do something to wreck our business, like break his arm for trying to touch me.

We’d lived like flatmates all these years, only they didn’t contribute to the rent. I sat cross-legged on a worn chair, chewing my leftover dried pancake. My eyes were glued to the TV in front of me as I aimlessly flipped through channels until I stopped at a news report. At least the news kept it real no fake smile, just cold truth. The picture was blurry, but the headline was loud and clear. “Billionaire Kelvin Edwards offers $1,000,000 for any information on his missing pregnant wife.” I coughed, choking on my pancake. “Huh?!”

Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players. I couldn’t breathe. “He’s… a billionaire,” I whispered. Selena gave me a look like I’d just declared the sky was blue. “Exactly. Now you know why he threatened you about the media. This isn’t just some guy, Amara. This is Lucian Draxen.” The truth pressed down like a weight I couldn’t lift. “I don’t have the resources to raise this baby Sel.” I said honestly. “So I have to tell him. He has to take responsibility.”

The letter still lay on the table, its edges frayed from how often her fingers had traced the hateful words. " Forget him. Or lose what’s left of him." Her stomach tightened. A loud chime shattered the quiet. At first, Lily didn’t react. The sound repeated—a sharp notification tone from her old tablet sitting on the counter. She frowned; she hadn’t touched it in weeks. She moved slowly toward it, her limbs stiff. An alert banner filled the screen: **BREAKING NEWS – BILLIONAIRE HEIR JAKE RYLAND SPOTTED WITH NEW BRIDE. SECRET WEDDING CONFIRMED FOUR MONTHS AGO.**

'Maybe I should have proved my masculinity' I thought continually. I pushed open the door after impatiently unlocking it, I settled on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief. I knew Linda was a hard nut to crack and I was ready to give it all it takes to get what belongs to me. Just then, the news caught my attention. I tilted my head forward, my attention keen on the television screen as I listened attentively. "...and in local news. Multi Billionaire, Reny George is interested in investing and partnering with private business owners, which promises international recognition and introduces foreign investors… "

******** When I talk of a sl*t–slave, I mean a professional hooker, and believe me, Lily was a dirty one. Nevertheless, she applauded being caged in slavery. I mean she could control this–forbidden obsession. Her precious, princess life died–out immediately when she made an erroneous choice. And marrying this billionaire of the south was her toughest decision ever. However, she was getting used to the d*mn guilt. Lily grabbed the doorway frame and voluptuously undid the straps holding her dress from the back. Soon, her woollen, short dress dropped on the floor, exposing her womanhood. It was a tempting beginning, just the way Ahmed liked with her.

Then put the black card that symbolizes identity and wealth on the table: "Baby, eat with confidence. The money in the card is enough for a meal." "Lying trough, black card?" Camila's eyes were straight for a moment, and she picked up the card and turned it over and looked at it. Then her voice was lowered, and she asked Alice with a little excitement "are you flaunting your husband's money now?" "Yes of course, I'm a Billionaire's wife what do you expect?." "How much is in this card?" Alice told her honestly "One million a month, he said it was my pocket money." "Lying trough, one million pocket money a month?" Camilla was drooling from envy.

Gemma took a deep breath, "Okay. So you'd have to date for a few weeks, maybe six weeks. Go out, get spotted together, go to a few events, and give the press great sound bites and quotes." Nikita shuddered as she returned to her seat and placed two drinks on the desk. "Sounds like a nightmare already." Gemma gave her an unimpressed look but continued, "A few weeks after the launch, you'll have a mutual and amicable break-up." "And that's it?" Nikita asked over the rim of her glass with a suspicious look. "Well..." Gemma paused with a wince, "There's one more thing." "There always is with you," Nikita grumbled with an expectant look.