Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“There, I’ve said it. That’s the most I’ve talked before being interrupted in a long time. How do you get yourself to listen to me? Am I not boring? And do you really not know my name?” The artist shook his head, briefly abandoning her to grab a drink. Only after he’d downed most of it did he reply, “You said you were linked to a billionaire recently and were all over the gossipy news. He’s also the one who makes your heart burn with love and pain. Here’s the thing that I'll remind you about again. I don’t follow that type of news. I’m really immersed in worlds that don’t exist.”

Believe me, I didn't want to think about my next job but the way Megan had explained everything, the way she hyped it and the emphasis she placed on it made me wonder who exactly would be of this great importance to Megan, Splash a star and the media community at large. In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated, I picked it up and saw it was an email from Megan. I opened it to see who this young billionaire was and to my biggest surprise, it was Nicholas Hills. I widened my eyes in shock as my phone fell flat on the bed from my hands.

A thick juicy steak. The man is an enigma—hard and cold one moment but soft and attentive the next. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point, I've become attached to him. Desperately so. Even through the mixed signals, the hardships, and the anger, something about Vincent continues to draw me into his web. I want to know more. What made a man who became a billionaire so young so closed off to the world. Hasn't he learned in business school that networking was everything? I haven't seen Vincent hang out with a single friend, haven't even seen the bodyguard since the night I found him running.

Marrying a billionaire is a way to discover the arrogance that deals with wealth TBC.

Whatever bliss we had together was momentary and it was gone. "Damn!" Tom exclaimed, jolting me out of my thoughts. He looked surprised, his brows raised as he scrolled through his phone. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked. "What?" He whistled, passing me the phone. "Who could have thought that the billionaire would get hooked? The world sure is full of surprises." I stared at the article he was reading, scrolling through until I got to a picture. A gasp slipped past my lips in shock.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

Marcy nodded at her as a smile crept to her face as she watched Phoebe leap to her feet to get the door. On opening the door, Phoebe was greeted with the familiar and ‘always smiley’ face of her friend, whose eyes almost bulged out of their socket as she glanced around the place before bringing it back to her. And when she spoke, her shock was evident in her voice. “You never told me he was a billionaire.”

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

I swung a leg over, both legs on either side of his body straddling him as far as the slit of my dress would let me. He pulled me close, closer, until our bodies ground against each other, our breaths mixing, almost daring our lips to meet. How did my whole life switch up this fast? One minute I’m slinging cocktails downtown, grinding double shifts to scrape tuition, the next I’m straddling a billionaire in his Bentley, the same man who also happens to run the company of my dreams. Oh, I have a lot of thoughts on that. Too many. But none of them were landing.