Dreamland Billionaires Series Book 3 Release Date Novels & Stories

She was serious so I looked at her again but she just raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine. You know I just came home last month, right?" I said in a serious tone so she scratched her head so hard and laughed. "Of course, then after a month, you didn’t know that this day would come just for the sake of your parents' company. You immediately married Jaxon Azrael Buenaventura who is a billionaire and very handsome!" Her voice was happy and her foot was still trampling so I just shrugged my shoulders and let her do whatever she wanted to do.

BOOK TWO: We have arrived at the end of book One, and I'm very happy with the encouragements this book had. Thank you all very much. So book two which will be titled – A Night With The Billionaire 2 – will be released next month. I'll be done with the preparations, and all and we will start right off where we stopped. I might be dropping an update of book two here once it's ready. 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

"I don't want to go to jail.” "I will be responsible for everything.” "I swear what if they throw me to jail?" I chuckled. "Don't worry.. he has to pass me first.” "Why are you avoiding him? I thought girls love billionares and handsome man like him.” "I can't answer that Landon but trust me.. you don't want to know.” "Fine I'll help you." I smiled widely. "Let's get the contract done tomorrow.. do you want to move in with me or what?" "Just move in with me." Landon said and I nodded.

But hearing her say it out loud, seeing the certainty in her eyes… “I could release it tomorrow,” she continues. “Watch your entire fairy tale crumble in the press. Watch Lucien’s carefully constructed image shatter. Watch you become the gold-digging paralegal who trapped a billionaire with a contract.” “Then why haven’t you?” My voice is steadier than I feel. “Because it’s not yet the right time.” Her expression shifts to something almost sympathetic. “I’m giving you the chance to walk away before it destroys you. Before you waste years of your life on someone fundamentally incapable of giving you what you need.”

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

“Even when I’m round and waddling. Even when the baby cries at 3 a.m. Even when we’re old and gray.” He grinned. Dark. Tender. “Always.” She kissed him soft. “Then yes. Again. Forever.” The city kept shining outside. The threats were long gone—buried under lawyers, security, and Elias’s ruthless protection. No more contracts. No more ninety days. Just love. Just them. Just the beginning of the rest of their lives. And a tiny heartbeat growing between them. Proof that sometimes the hottest deals… turn into the sweetest forever. The End. Fr this time.

“Just relax, my darling. Your son will do what we want soon enough.” I snatched a magazine from the table to distract myself — and froze. The headline screamed at me: “Top Model Jessica Freeman Claims She Was Still in a Relationship with Billionaire Cade Callaghan — Says His Recent Marriage to Emily Wilburn Is Fake.” “I knew it!” I hissed, shoving the magazine at my husband. “I knew something was wrong. My son would never choose someone so low-class.” Blaze scanned the article. “They’re married.” “Didn’t you read it? She says they’re not married. Cade never married that girl.”

"My company still needs his money." Darlene looked at her sister with a wounded heart. She felt envious. Letta was like a king's daughter, and she was like a servant in charge of helping the princess get whatever she wanted. "If Landen can't get you pregnant... how about having sex with another man?" *** After losing consciousness several times while making love, Darlene finally wakes up when a glare hits her eyes. She gathered what was left of her strength, and got out of bed to approach the handsome man. But her steps were halted when she saw a document in his hand.

The screen showed a headline: “Cassian Wolfe’s Fiancée Revealed: The Cinderella Scandal of Eden Blake.” Below it, her face. Cassian’s. Their kiss at the gala. “They know everything,” she murmured. “They know what we let them know,” Cassian said. “But we control the rest. The real story is ours.” Eden looked up at him. “Is it real?” His eyes didn’t flinch. “It is to me.” Later that afternoon, Eden found herself wandering the villa. Every room was lavish, old stone and rich textures. But it still didn’t feel like home.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.