Dumped, Then Claimed By A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

" Ava's eyes filled up. --- _DAY 757: THE SPEECH_ 9:00 PM. Total raised: `42 Million` Double the target. Damian on stage. Ava beside him. Damian: "I became a billionaire 10 years ago. But today is the first time I felt rich." Silence. "Because today my wife showed the world that power isn't in money. It's in colors." He held Ava's hand. "This is Ava. My wife. Mother of my 3 children. And the soul of my foundation." Ava started crying.

He pauses, then adds, “Motherfucker.” Epicurus smiles tightly. “Fine. What a waste. At least my house will become more valuable after today… since there will never be another Grant Carlson design ever again.” Epicurus raises his hand and flicks a finger. From off screen, a forklift drives up, loaded with foot-tall blocks of what appear to be shrink-wrapped stacks of hundred dollar bills. “Jesus,” Mailin gasps. “What?” I ask. “Each one of those blocks? A million dollars. Cash.”

"That doesn't count! That was a scam!" Caroline looked at her nails and said, "It's not that hard for me to ask for the jewelry store's surveillance footage. "Let's see what everyone says when I share it with the public. Will they say that you're untrustworthy? Or call you a nouveau riche? What if they say that you don't deserve to be the eldest daughter of the Collins family?" "Caroline, you've gone overboard! What do you want?" Caroline glanced at the book and stated, "What I want is pretty simple. All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars."

he asked, his voice filled with empathy. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "I don't have my money... it's been stolen!" I exclaimed, feeling a wave of despair wash over me. Cade's expression turned grim. "What?!" I felt the tears begin to pour again as I revealed the rest of my troubles. "And to top it all, Dad has been taken by a loan shark... and if I don't pay them their money, they'll kill him!" I felt like I was drowning in my problems, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water. "What am I going to do? What should I do?" I asked, feeling helpless and desperate.

I had no memory of that at all. Wait a minute… what the hell do I know about economic policies?! “This is insane,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “It is a business proposition,” he countered smoothly. “One that comes with significant compensation. You would be paid, of course. Handsomely. I’m also going to give you an exclusive interview after we break up.” Kevin. The magazine. My stomach twisted. He was offering me a way out. A golden parachute. But at what cost? “And what happens when this ‘contract’ is over?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “You just dump me? And I have to explain to everyone, including my boss, why I briefly dated a billionaire and then got unceremoni

She tried to sift through the jagged pieces of a very fucked up puzzle and not lose her shit any further. She’d wanted the truth. Had been after it since she knew the billionaire had been hiding something. And it was a whooper of secret as well. The God’s of the city, who saved millions with their supplies carted across a broken, dangerous country, couldn’t save them fucking selves. Not even with all the money in the world at their fingertips, rubbing elbows with the CEO of the LEDA pharmaceutical Corporation, they were both fucked regardless. Money couldn’t solve all their problems after all.

I stated while crossing my arms. Chloe smiled that careless smile I had grown to resent and set her bags down on the marble floor. "I can't help it," she replied while pulling tissue paper out of one of the bags. "You know, being a billionaire CEO's wi..." "What billionaire?" I cut her off sharply, stepping toward her. "The same company, Hunt Enterprises, that you and I both know is about to collapse? Have you seen the news? Have you seen that Dorian's company is topping the market while you're here spending the little we have left?"

​We did it, I corrected. ​He didn't care about the board or the cameras or the millions of dollars currently evaporating as the merger collapsed. He pulled me into his arms, his grip so tight I could barely breathe. I buried my face in his chest, the smell of woodsmoke and rain finally replacing the scent of the hospital and the ink. ​The "Billionaire’s Debt-Bride" was a headline the world would forget by tomorrow. But as Damian held me in the middle of his crumbling empire, I knew that the story we were writing together was just beginning.