Fall In Love With The Dominant Billionaire Novels & Stories

I demanded again when they both shared glances that told me whatever answer they were going to give me would break me. Reina turned to me.“ Nina, you should go home, and we will talk to him, we will…” “ Take me there.” I demanded. “ Please,” I was at my wit's end, my head swirling with hurt while I tried not to think of what he might be up to. Reina batted her eyes before nodding at Richard, they were a beautiful pair that I had come to love, their love was a story that I didn't want to go through, one that had crumbled, and they had gotten back together, but their love was firm and strong.

I answered softly while approaching the bed. Dominic’s gaze darkened slightly. “Mabel.” I climbed onto the bed beside him slowly before wrapping my arms around his shoulder gently. For one brief second, Dominic became completely still. Then immediately afterward, he grabbed my wrist and pushed me away firmly. “What are you doing?” he asked coldly. The rejection hit me like a slap. Again! “Dominic…” I whispered painfully. “I’m your fiancée.” My eyes instantly burned with humiliation. “And?” he replied emotionlessly.

She knew it was too late to hate him; he had sneaked under her skin like a thief and had stolen her heart. “What were you expecting, for him to confess his undying love and accept you with open arms?” Ellen asked herself as she stared out her window, the pain of loss heavy in her heart. “He obviously is still in love with Sandra; how did I never notice that?” Ellen muttered as she mentally cursed at herself for letting Leo steal her heart. “He owes me no explanation; he definitely didn’t tell me to fall for him.” Ellen said to herself as she sat up on the bed.

They whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear, their voices sharp as the clinking espresso spoons. “She only got this job because of him.” “Blackwell’s wife doesn’t need to be working here.” “She’ll quit in a week—watch.” I pretended it didn’t sting, but I heard every word. And they weren’t wrong. I was Dominic Blackwell’s wife, and my life wasn’t normal. But what they didn’t know was that I needed this. I needed to feel like I was still Brooklyn Carson, not just some billionaire’s arm candy.

"The arrogant billionaire needs to dodge his overbearing grandmother's matchmaking. He finds a girl. They sign a piece of paper, pretend to be in love, and trick the family. It is a tired, predictable cliché." A nervous sweat broke out on my palms. She nailed our exact scenario. The woman possessed terrifying instincts. I glanced at Dominic. He maintained a poker face, but a muscle feathered in his jaw. He stood between me and a mob of angry small-town gossips yesterday. He shielded me from Mike's humiliation. And he wired two million dollars to save my parents' livelihood without blinking. He protected my family. I needed to protect his freedom. I shifted closer to Dominic on the couch, hoo

"I underestimated you. I thought you'd take the money and run. Instead you made him fall in love with you." "I didn't make him do anything." "Didn't you? Poor broken billionaire, desperate for family. Vulnerable surrogate, sacrificing everything for her sister. It's quite a story." "That's not what happened," Dominic says. "Isn't it? Emma, be honest. Would you have stayed if you weren't in love with his money and his lifestyle?" "I don't love his money. I love him." "How convenient that the man you love is a billionaire." "Get out," Dominic says.

“You don’t get it! I know you’re capable of forcing everything on me and making me do what you want me to do but I’m going to consider-” “For the record,” he interrupted me. “Don’t even, for once, think that I wanted to kiss you. If I had to choose between giving up a billion dollars or kissing you, I’d be very tempted to lose the money. So whatever thing that is trying to convince you that I’m still not over you, try to erase it from your brain. And don’t make this about you, that’s the most desperate you can ever get.”

I felt his electric touch me, my breath caught up in my throat. “If you can't provide the money in the next 3 weeks, you should agree on a contract marriage. As you read earlier, after your first birth we will divorce. I want a son with you in place of my fifty million,” he breathed. “What do you think, little doll?” His words were a soft murmuring in my ear. “Get off me,” I slapped his arms off me and drew back. I never felt a thing for him. He didn't seem to amaze me at all.

“What if I never fall in love again?” I sat down beside him, angled toward him. “I’m sure that won’t be the case, Dominic. You’ll fall in love again when you’re ready.” “I hope so,” he said, quiet. “I’m thirty-two, already heading toward a divorce. That wasn’t the plan when we got married. By now we were supposed to have more kids, and instead I’ve got a house too big for one person and a company I built entirely out of grief.” He looked genuinely broken saying it out loud. “I have nothing, Ava. Work is all I have.”

She pulled out the top sheet of paper and began to read its contents. (To Shasha ... Congratulations! You suddenly became a billionaire, hehe. Are you shocked ?, please calm down, I still have a thousand secrets that will make you even more shocked) Shasha read the first part of the sentence with furrowed brows. Shocked? Is there anything more surprising than being an heir in one night? Getting lots of properties and money deposits that even the zero numbers make her heads dizzy?. (Before knowing the other shocking thing, I hope you pray first, so that your heart is still healthy after you know everything. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and make