Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Alfred, please tell mother I am fine. This is my new wife, so please take us to the court. We both have a contract to sign." Alyssa swallowed hard. Harrison Alexander? Wasn't that the name of the famous and first Billionaire in the country? But that man was named Harrison Alexander the Fifth and the annoying thing was there were no online pictures of him, so she didn't know what to believe. But if they were the same person, she had just gone from the pan and into the fire. This man could order her downfall because of everything she did today. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I am sorry. I did not know who you were. Whatever I said, I take it back. I apologise for troubling you and wast

“So now you ghost me and show up as if nothing happened? Are you mad at me or something?” I pointed at the shopping bags. That was all it took to get her all gagged up again. She rushed over immediately. “Maya! These are beautiful and expensive! Are you trying to go broke?” “I didn’t spend my money,” I said casually. “Jay did.” Her head snapped up. “We went to Miami. Shopping spree.” Right on cue, she screamed again and spun dramatically, raising her two hands in the air. “You want to fuck him, don’t you?” she blurted out. “Is that part of your dying wish? Slamming a billionaire’s ass and moaning, " Yes, Daddy. ”

My cheek smacked against the hard ground, a sharp, metallic taste of blood bursting in my mouth. "Shut your whoring mouth!" Richard roared, hovering over me, his face twisted in anger. "Every fucking girl in this city would die for the offer to get married to a billionaire, and here you are crying about it like a brat! You should be thanking us!" "A billionaire?" I cried out, tears finally spilling over my burning cheeks. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, looking between the two of them. "You sold me. You actually sold me!"

It feels good to walk with him hand and hand, pushing the thoughts back about how limited our time here, then we’re going back to how we’re used to be—I’m back to Kiara Mallory, and he will be the Bash Hughes, the CFO. It was fun to pretend as his wife while we were on the market. The people in this area are very conservative, so we pretended to be on a honeymoon from the U.S. I don’t even know what he said to the old woman. He embraced me tightly and kissed my forehead while they were so engrossed with what they were talking about. “Trinity, penny for the thoughts? You’ve been gripping my hand.” Bash’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. We’re still walking up in the gravelly road up to the

My princess was gone forever. I was gonna rip of the flesh of whoever killed her. I was fucking going to chop of their balls and serve it to them for lunch. More whisky. More and more whisky. She's gone for good. Stop being a pussy, stand up and kill those arseholes. Those fuckers. I listened to my mind, but as I kept trying to stand up, it was impossible. I kept falling. They were all going to pay. Dreidan Mochino Vaughn was going to get his revenge. And with that. I fell asleep, thinking of my lost family.

"Oh, you obviously don't know me very well." "Okay." He sighed, straightening himself in his chair. His expression grew determined and serious. "Dalia, it might sound crazy to you now, but you mean everything to me. It's been a long wait but you have no idea the contentment it brings me to have you now, here, so close. I won't tell you straight-up what you want me to tell you because, as I have told you time and time again, I prefer you find out on your own, because I'm not sure how you'll react. I want nothing to be forced. Nothing to be fake. I want you to want me—no, need me. I want you to love me. Fall helplessly in love with me just like—" he stopped abruptly, and leaned back in his cha

There's a tone of authority in his voice. I grip the hem of his shirt. “B-but I'm feeling too unwanted right now.” I looked at him with pleading eyes. I don't really know where all of this is coming from. My feelings are too complicated and I hate it. I hate feeling unwanted… and worthless. Hearing what I said, he let out a loud sigh and owned my lips again. And this time… with hunger. As if he let go of everything that's holding him back. “Don't regret this when morning comes,” he whispered. But I am too out of breath to notice it.

the pain in her voice was obvious and she didn’t care to hide it. “We will skip the part of getting you guys acquainted. You have to make him fall in love with you by any means possible. Win his heart and his trust.” “And?” “When your dad filed for bankruptcy, he shut down all his businesses. Those businesses contained stuff that belong to a group of not-so-good people. Quite expensive stuff with great values.” He explained. “Like the artworks?” Kristine asked. “Much more value than the artworks. They want them back.” “What has that got to do with Alexander?” she asked.

Dariel missed Geena with every passing day but he couldn't stand the fact that she would see him the way she did. Grandma brought him up to be hardworking and content with whatever he had. Besides, Geena was all he ever wanted, he had no business with her billions. At some point though, he couldn't blame her. Riches come with a lot of insecurities. He loved her and he wanted to see her but he just felt too hurt to reach out to her. Plus he'd be going to Italy soon to have a look at his late father's vast empire. How was he going to live the billionaire lifestyle without Geena by his side?