Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he saw me approach them. I couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes… Almost as if he was making known that he wanted me. As if. I was just a bar waitress, and he was a billionaire. I would be the last person that he would be interested in. And even if he was… He would only see me as a one-night stand. I was sure of it. I knew that billionaires usually were billionaires because they weren’t tied down to anybody, and could focus solely on hustling and growing their businesses without any distractions.

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

Anton continued, unwavering, “to a new entity. This entity is not a company. It has no shareholders demanding quarterly growth. Its only metric is human dignity.” He half-turned, extending a hand towards the wings. Sabatine didn’t hesitate. He walked out to join him, not as a subordinate, not as a bodyguard, but as an equal. The cameras went into a frenzy. This was the image the world had been waiting for: the billionaire and his partner, side by side at the precipice of a new age.

ELENA I walked into my father's study, wanting to be away from the crowd that seemed to follow me everywhere with their questioning gaze. I knew they were all aware of the news that I was married, and to a billionaire. It took just one person to find out, and the whole neighborhood would hear about it. I had been heard some whispers about me marrying Jason for his money. Hah! If only they knew.

Then Meryl and her best friend whom he doesn’t even remember her name both wanted the threesome and he was just a happy participant, why is he suddenly placed in the bad light about all this? Slowly, he dropped his phone on his large mahogany table that stretched out across the room, he knew his desk table was way too big for him but no, the bigger, the better and after all he was a billionaire now. He was in fact in charge of all Hatton enterprise. His mind wandered, suddenly thinking about Emily and hoping she hadn’t seen the hate media train that was suddenly following him and even if she did, he hoped she didn’t entirely believe them and understood that was his past life.

“Yes.” Only then did Renee realize this was what he meant last night. Dante was not a poor man, but a gorgeous hidden billionaire! Renee’s mind was in chaos all afternoon. There was a feeling of being impractical and dreaming. She didn't hear the teacher at all. Suddenly he had become so excellent, but she was still a little shrimp. She felt the gap was so big that she could hardly breathe. She used to think that she deserved Dante. As long as he was good to her, she would never leave him.

Amberleigh ascended the fancy, carved spiral staircase, holding her breath at what she might find when she reached the top. Her mind was swirling with lots of possibilities, but it was unprepared for what she found. She almost preferred it had been a body or a torture chamber. Because that way it would have been easier to try and remain unattached to the elusive, cold billionaire. Their arrangement was meant to be no strings attached after all. And nothing more. But that nothing more was becoming harder, at least on her end anyway.

And I guessed that was how billionaire’s worked? I held the phone still to my ears, with my damp clothes now slightly itchy in the armpits, and the jacket I tied around my waist now feeling like an anvil holding a ship to the bottom of the ocean. I gulped another lake of saliva down my throat in trepidation. At the back of mind still afraid that this handsome hunk of wealth and affluence was just the frontman for a human trafficking syndicate. As he was too good to be true, but still too good to not believe he was actually…