El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado Novels & Stories

The moment he buried his hands in his pockets, I knew just what he was about to do next. "You know I don't need your charity" I stepped back. He hefted out a wad of cash with a chuckle. "This isn't charity. It's so you can fuck off. You think I don't know your type?" He accused. "You hear of Nicolas, the richest billionaire and you flock around him, stalking his every move. You want in" He said. His words riled me up. I could feel my hands fold into his fist. How dare he?

I dropped my phone on the table and made the decision to take my mind off all of it by watching television. I picked up the remote control and switched to a channel that seemed interesting. To my shock, I found another ridiculous story unfolding. Two women were discussing the recent gossip. I tuned in, knowing I could gain some insight. The women were dressed in pink off-shoulder blouses and white trousers, sporting flamboyant makeup and perfectly manicured nails. "Did you hear? People are saying billionaire Adrian is involved with a terrible prostitute, and she’s trying to ruin him," one of the young ladies said mockingly.

Carl asked bringing me back to reality I got up and started putting back my clothes on, "I came to ask you about my debt to you" "Are you dumb Melanie?" He asked me not looking annoyed but amused "I'm dumb because I want to pay my debt?" I asked "How can a small frame like you crash the side mirror of such a car? "What do you mean?" I asked confused

Clara tried to speak up and offer suggestions, but she was met with dismissive glances and hushed whispers. As Clara's driver pulled up to the entrance of the company, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sharp suit stepped towards the car. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and a confident smirk on his lips. Just as the meeting seemed to be reaching a boiling point, Clara noticed a piece of paper being passed around the table. She caught a glimpse of it and saw her name written in bold letters. Her heart racing, Clara discreetly grabbed the paper and read it. It was a contract, stating that she was to sign over all her shares in the company to Alexandro's sister, Bianca, in exchange for

He wasn’t attracted to me at all. “I’m attracted to you, and I heard your preference was blonde women, so I decided to wear a disguise to see if I could have you, even if it was just for one night,” I said weakly. I almost gagged, having to say such a thing to an arrogant man like Nero. He clearly wasn’t above murder. Who was he really? Was he just a billionaire? I didn’t know many billionaires who openly threatened to kill people. “Do you expect me to believe you’re obsessed with me?” He asked.

He rushed inside his bedroom, obviously unaware of the word privacy, and even pushed his phone to his face. Groaning, he pushed the screen away from his face. “It’s so f u cking early...” “You and Leal are all over the news, dude! And the headlines are borderline nasty!” At the mere mention of Leal, his system completely woke up as he snatched the phone from Tyrone’s hand. On the screen, a sentence written in big bold letters caught his eye. HOT SCOOP: New York’s Hottest Millionaire Bachelor Axel Elcort Seen Buying His Wh*r* A Thousand-Dollar Dress!

~♠7 ONLY YOU, DADDY Salvatore The underground fight club was packed with the worst kind of people — criminals, rich assholes, and men who thought they could look at what was mine. Elena looked too fucking good tonight. I had dressed her in a tight red dress that hugged every curve of her body. The dress barely covered her ass, and the neckline plunged so deep that I could see the tops of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties just like I ordered. Her long dark hair fell down her back, and every time she moved, heads turned to look her way.

Marco answered suddenly, looking a tad bit frustrated. The sound of laughter suddenly echoed through the whole room, making me take a few steps away from the man on instincts. He slowly clutched his stomach, his body trembling as he let out a loud, hysterical laughter. André suddenly put himself between me and the man, making me frown in more confusion. "André fucking Wolfe!!" He exclaimed with a sinister grin on his face. "Who would have thought that this billionaire also runs a fucking mafia?" He gritted his teeth at the last word.

“So what are you going to do to us, Mr. Serrano? Are you going to invite Mr. Southern Sr. here?” Nollace came out of the hall. He had put on a mask to cover half of his face. With his golden hair, light-colored pupils, and pronounced jawline, he looked exactly like a foreigner, with half of his face covered. He took one step down the stairs after the other and continued. “Well, it seems like I don’t have to introduce myself anymore since you know who I am.” Joaqin harrumphed coldly. “It seems to me that you have no qualms in making us your enemy after what you did to my daughter!”

"Because if you step out of line, I won't be able to protect you from what comes next." The door to the office clicked open, breaking the heavy moment. Gideon walked in, his face serious as he held up his glowing tablet. "Mr. Ford, we have a situation. The brokers just reported a massive block of retail shares being bought up by an anonymous offshore entity. It’s not one of our groups." Levi’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. The quiet, protective partner vanished, replaced immediately by the ruthless corporate predator. He strode over to Gideon, snatching the tablet from his hands. "Show me the routing numbers."