Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

the journalist would say, and move onto another billionaire. I was happy the kissing stunt was working out, and Brian enjoyed it. Gradually, we unfolded to the end of the successor’s summits and my bubbles of joy were full until, Brian left my grip for a thick-looking billionaire who was standing by the corner. He pounced on his prey and started biting the billionaire all over his body. “Brian! Brian! Brian!” I shouted and went after him. But then a pandemonium had been stirred. Billionaires ran away out of fear of the unknown.

For a moment, she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore. One of the executives said softly, “Mr. Harrington, we were just starting.” Harrington. The name hit her like a slap. Adrian Harrington. Billionaire. Powerful. Ruthless. She had read about him in news articles. Business magazines. But standing in front of him was nothing like reading words on a page. He was real. He was here. And he was watching her like a hunter watching his prey. Camilla forced her voice to work. “As I was saying…”

My voice wavered slightly despite my effort at calm. Elena, my assistant, answered on the line. “Ma’am,” she said, her tone steady but insistent. “Darlington Holdings isn’t giving up. They’ve offered a billion dollars upfront to collaborate with you. They’re serious.” I let out a quiet, measured breath. A billion dollars. Tempting, certainly—but my mind recoiled at the thought of Darlington Holdings’ strings, the hidden motives, the manipulation waiting beneath the surface. I wasn’t ready to deal with them yet—not Jason, not the past, not the chaos they always brought—not until it was time.

He leaned down and murmured something in her ear, causing her to giggle. A sickening wave of nausea washed over me. I collapsed back onto the couch, my hands trembling. He was alive. He wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere. He hadn't been kidnapped. He hadn't met a tragic end. He was a billionaire. He was a king walking among mortals. And he was engaged to someone else. "How could you?" I whispered to the empty room, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and scalding my cheeks. "How could you do this to me, Ethan?"

He had already started making plans for what happens when he gets it. The Price Group moved faster. I never knew the full story; my father hadn't given me the full story, and I had understood even at sixteen that some things were not hers to carry yet. But I had seen his face the morning the announcement came through. The Price Group and Coatian, a joint venture. Signed. Closed. Final. My father had sat at the kitchen table with his coffee and his newspaper and he had been very, very still; he had lost money and plans.

"Don't be hard on yourself, Babe. You will learn to know me better as time goes on. And you can always ask me anything at any time. I'm not a creepy person but I only know almost everything about you because I had Chad investigate." "Yeah, you Billionaires surely have your ways." Colton smiled. "And you? Aren't you a Billionaire already?" "Me?" "Yes ma'am. You're my woman, remember? Meaning anything that belongs to me also belongs to you!" Mia shook her head. "You worked hard for everything you own so they are yours only."

She was a random call girl he brought to an hotel last night to satisfy his sexual urge, he knew better than to take her to his multi billionaire mansion, ofcourse his nosy mother would pester the life out of him, for sleeping with a call girl. Gently the lady pulled the towel off her hair and his eyes trailed down her thick, long black hair that descended down her shoulders. She was different, different from other call girls he had ever being with, not like he had been with more than one though but she still felt different, everything about her was different, it felt weird but the night they spent together was the most blissful he ever had. Harold Houston was a renowned business man, he was

"And you trust that there are people in this city who want to protect what's good, even if they have to work outside the law to do it." "People like the Sentinel." "People like the Sentinel," he agreed. Elena studied him, this billionaire philanthropist with his scarred forearms and his exhausted eyes and his knowledge of things he shouldn't know. And she wondered, not for the first time, what secrets lived behind that carefully constructed facade. "There's more you're not telling me," she said. "There always is." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "The question is whether you want to know." Before Elena could answer, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his entire demeanor changed.

The door wasn't locked so she could see everything through the not so wide opened space as she stopped in her tracks. A man was lying in his pool of blood as some other men stood distinctly in the room. Among these men was the CEO of Hamilton multinational group of companies, Xander Hamilton. A mysterious billionaire who appeared to take the upper hand in the business world six years ago and also a rival to so many businesses in America, not excluding her husband's. Xander was sitting on a black couch with his legs crossed against each other. He seemed unmoved by what he had just done as he tossed the gun in the nearby table. A loud gasp escaped Matilda's lips, and it only alerted the men in