Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

Real or Fake: Billionaire Sinjin Santillan Spotted in Jewelry Store with Mystery Woman Wearing An Engagement Ring "Renowned billionaire Sinjin Santillan was recently seen at an upscale jewelry store, sparking speculation about his personal life. The business mogul, known for his high-profile investments and lavish lifestyle, was accompanied by a mystery woman who was notably wearing an engagement ring. The sighting has led to widespread rumors of a potential engagement, although Santillan has yet to make any public statement regarding his relationship status. The identity of the woman remains unknown, adding to the intrigue surrounding the event.

“Michael Mahone, CEO of Mahone Group, is set to announce his engagement to heiress Cindy Berlick next week. This marks the merger of two major business empires, one of the most anticipated unions in the industry.” After we finished, he sat at the edge of my bed, his shirt still unbuttoned, tie draped around his neck, only his belt was casually placed on the ground. The way he always looked after sex dressed, controlled, indifferent, he always looked like he just finished a pleasant conference. I stared at the TV, my body tensed,my pulse quicken. I would be lying if I said I wasn't upset when I heard the news, but I knew full well that to Michael Mahone I was just a toy that could be discarde

Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "oh look at those curves.”Marcus said, his deep voice dripping with entitlement. "I've been waiting for you."

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

He sounded scared of something, of someone. I glance at Ethan and Stanley kissing stupidly in the crowd. “Maybe.” Jenny sighs, just as Wing Yan sidles closer. “Chill, girls. He’s a billionaire, right? He’s probably torturing someone to death or balls deep inside… what’s his name again? Yes, Carlton!” “Wing Yan!” Jenny snaps. They both know about my family. Not operations. But enough to look at me differently sometimes.

“Starting tonight.” And that’s how I end up engaged to a billionaire psychopath before midnight. Someone please send help, I cry but no one hears.

The four billionaires had come back for payback but none of them realized just how much the night would would twist. Attraction had entered the game and hearts and pride would collide.

The word hung in the air, sharp and immovable. Elias stopped typing. He took a slow breath, then swiveled his chair around to face me. He looked tired—really tired. The facade of the untouchable billionaire was slipping, revealing a man who looked haunted by his own choices. "You’re angry," he observed, as if he were discussing the weather. "I assume you’ve been standing outside this door for quite some time."

“Thank you. I didn’t want to ask, but I’m scared, Roman. Not just for me. Victor Crane has been feeding them information. He’s mixed up in bigger financial crimes tied to the estate.” Roman’s eyes narrowed. “Crane? My business partner?” “Yes. Watch him.” He squeezed her hand. “I will. For now, rest. Doctor said twenty-four hours monitoring. I’ll be right here.” She closed her eyes, but kept holding on. “In my first life, you never looked at me like this. You were going to marry Clarissa. I was invisible.” “You’re not invisible anymore,” he said quietly. “And I’m not marrying anyone but the woman named in the contract.”