Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

Beneficiary: ELARA QUINN The color drained from her face. "No." She blinked. Read it again. And again. And again. Her name remained. Mocking every logical explanation she could think of. This wasn't possible. She had never met Robert Harrison. Never spoken to him. Never worked for him. Never crossed paths with him. So why would a billionaire leave her four billion dollars? The answer came immediately. He wouldn't. Which meant something much bigger was happening. Something she didn't understand.

She might have been a beauty but there were even more beautiful ladies scattered all around the city. She knitted her eyebrows in even more confusion. The master? Frank Xavier? CEO and founder of the Xavier Group? How? It made no sense to her. Why would he be interested in her of all the ladies in the world? He was one of the top billionaires in the country and she was nothing more than an orphan maid. “But sir,” she dared to utter her next words. “You are married, sir.”

"Please, mum..." "I'm sure there's something else. Trust me, I have experience in this." Scarlett gagged. Clarissa chuckled. "There's someone else..." "There's always someone else," Clarissa reiterated. "He is a billionaire, there's going to be a long line of girls waiting. There are going to be many betrothals his doting mother has lined up for him, but what matters is how he feels about you..." Scarlett swallowed. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to hold out hope for him. "Can we not talk about him, mother?"

Stacy’s POV After I left Marcelo’s office, I called Jennifer to give her the latest update. “Hey sister, so did Mr billionaire agree to have me in his mansion, I can’t wait to explore the house. I have seen some articles saying the Willson’s mansion is also one of the most wealthy and most expensive property.” she said giggling.

He became my anchor From that night he saved me, his aura gave away his aristocracy. Harley’s Intel about him confirmed something I've always known, or at least, suspected. He was no ordinary man. He is Evan Zeeler, the top business tycoon in the country who owned the top businesses in the country and the top second in the world So, I strived to be someone worthy of standing next to him. All my hard work pointed to him I know he had no idea of how much I've done to have him, but it sucks seeing him with someone else!

"Just because we were dining out?" "The rich heiress does not know how to separate her private and business life. Seen outside playing with the Billionaire Player, Aaron Atkinson. Is she the playboy's next conquest?" I read out loud. "The reason why Atkinson decided to help Empire sign the large project with Richmond Corporation, was this all because the Empire heiress wanted to reap benefits and managed to seduce him?" As if I wanted any help. I will sue the one who wrote this. How dare he? Reading the words made me want to break the device I had in my hand. Thankfully, Stacy stopped me when I was about to throw it away.

As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart. Days unfolded with a renewed sense of purpose for Alexander and Elizabeth. The echoes of their shared discussions became the bedrock for a deeper connection, a bridge over which they navigated the complexities of their intertwined lives. The mansion, once a mere space for their billionaire existence, now bore witness to a narrative evolving beyond affluence.