Falling For My Dying Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

“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. ”

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.

“Ten million.” She dropped the biscuit. “You WHAT?!” “I—won—the—lottery,” I repeated slowly, watching her eyes nearly pop out. “But… I died. Sort of. And came back. Long story. Bleach. Knives. Betrayal. Not the point right now.” She looked at me like I’d just told her I dated a carabao. “Anak. You’re telling me you have ten million dollars?” “Yes.” “And you came to my house? To show me this?”

The morning light slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor, and for a moment, Baron was acutely aware of how small he felt in this vast, minimalist space. "Let's talk about what happens now," Lucas began. His voice was measured, deliberate. "Your disappearance, your education, your contact with your family and the tabloids." His eyes met Baron's squarely. Even the boy could feel it was something very, very serious. "You're Samuel's son. The owner of Advance. And Violet's stepson, she's a famous actress. That's a trifecta of stories they'll pay for." Baron looked down at his lap. His fingers twisted together, knuckles white. "I know."

I said, frustration bubbling up inside me. "You need to find a solution to this before you fall in too deep. Unless you're ready to end up with another broken heart... Billionaires like him are known to be playboys. I bet his body count is over a hundred. He's seen and met a lot of women. You might be his fiancée, but I'm sure he takes this as a normal business transaction. Although I don't know what he looks like, I bet he must be really handsome..." Sophie said, and I nodded.

My eyes were getting heavy the moment my head hit the pillow, and after a while, I felt Cas crawl in bed next to me and put his arms around me. - - - - - - The girls either didn’t wake up or Leticia went to them when they did, because I didn’t wake until the sun shone through the curtains. I looked behind me to see Cas still behind me, his arm still draped around me. Shit, I was really falling for this man. I didn’t think this would happen. How could I fall for a man like Cas? A billionaire with an undiagnosed OCD, a man who was arrogant and rude. Who had actually offered me money to sleep with him?