Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

I hadn't even told her that the DNA result was out already; I wanted to keep her in the dark until I figured out what I wanted. As I dismantled the fleet of stairs stealthily, my sister's scream almost sent me falling down the few staircases left. “You did it!” Laura screamed with so much enthusiasm. With my hand clutching my chest, I retorted, “You scared the hell out of me.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura screamed. My mother came out of the kitchen with mittens in hand and said, “Pollen is the billionaire's wife to be.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura shouted even louder this time around.

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.

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.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.