Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

Tammy's eyes locked onto the TV screen, the news anchor's voice was filled with excitement: "Billionaire Xavier Singh finally reveals mysterious fiancee at engagement party." And pictures and videos clips that were taken in front of the magnificent building surfaced. "Is.. is that.." Tammy stammered, her eyes still fixed to the TV, and her lips trembled, unable to form coherent words.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

“Who the hell does she think she is?” She dropped onto the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes burning with rage. She couldn’t believe the confidence in Lillian’s voice. The nerve! Seven years ago, after she and Williston had taken everything from Lillian—her company. Lillian disappeared without a word. They thought she had broken down completely. Maybe she ran away to hide, or worse… maybe she was dead. But now? Not only was Lillian alive—she had come back as a storm. And to make things worse, she had married Williston’s older brother, Sebastian Barker, the cold, powerful billionaire who ran an empire ten times bigger than theirs.

"Then go be with Jonathan. Why are you here?" "I told you. I wanted to see the mighty Eric Harper brought low. And it was worth the trip." Lisa looked around at the boxes. The empty spaces where furniture used to be. "How far you have fallen. From billionaire to bankruptcy in six months. They are writing case studies about you. Did you know that? Business schools are using you as an example of what not to do." "I know." "Does it hurt? Knowing your legacy is being a failure?" Eric did not answer. Just stared at her with those dead eyes.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr

Carlos responded. Okay, Scot Anderson, she thought to herself. You have my fucking attention. BOOK 2 OF “FALLING FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S REVENGE TRAP” WILL REVOLVE AROUND SCOT ANDERSON AND CATALINA VEGA AND IT WILL BE UPLOADED SOON. ANOTHER WILD RIDE, DEAR READERS XOXO

She heard someone grabbed the phone from Selene, and then Jacob’s voice was the next thing she heard. “Michelle, turn on your TV. There’s… There’s a news…” “What’s going on?” She felt anxious and looked at her Dad. “Dad, can you turn on the TV for me?” Her old man looked at her in confusion but did what she told. When the TV in the living room turned on, a news about an airplane that crashed into the seaside next to the airport was live. Fear crept into her chest as she watched the TV. ‘One of the passengers in the business flight is none other than the famous billionaire Ethan Steinfield…’

"You showed me that there is a better, truer way to live. You made me want to be a better man—someone honest, someone kind, someone who stands up for the people he cares about. I am terrified, Ariana. I am terrified of being open and giving someone the power to break my heart. But I am more terrified of living a life without you in it." Ariana listened to every word, watching the raw emotion in his face and the truth in his dark eyes. She could see that he was not playing a game or using clever words to trick her. The powerful billionaire CEO was standing on the open terrace, completely stripped of his armor, vulnerable and honest before her. "Are you sure about this, Greg?" Ariana asked, he

My dad passed away a year ago in an accident, so the gifts purchased for me meant the world to me. With that, I inhaled a chunk of air and began running as if I had gone crazy, and abruptly I crashed into someone. Instantly, I lost my balance and felt my ankle twist and tried to grip something to hold myself up, but I ended up falling with a thud. To my surprise, I didn't feel the pain I anticipated. With a frown dancing on my face, I involuntarily stroked my hands on the hard surface beneath me. I thought it was weird because I heard a loud heartbeat.