Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

-He bent down to take the engagement ring box, but she was quicker to see that she might lose the chance to marry a billionaire. -Good. I accept I accept to marry you so that you can take over your father's business in five months. I want all the luxuries, a van at my beck and call, two unlimited credit cards, a big wedding, honeymoon, and..." Christine opened the box, and the ring was beautiful but relatively simple. She took it out of the box and held it up to Björn, who was red in the face. -...if I am to be the billionaire's wife. ...I want an engagement ring worthy of one.

No feelings, no love, no fucking nothing! This hurts me like a double-edged sword cutting through my flesh. So much so, but I will get used to it in no time. I will. This life is sometimes so unfair. Or maybe I am the one who was stupid enough to allow myself to fall for a billionaire like him. A man of such pedigree. My! What was I thinking? No, rephrase that. Was I even thinking at all? A billionaire falling for his poor maid? Ooh, come on, dear self! Learn to set your eyes on things within your standards.

Besides, dating a billionaire may not be as fun as having a one-off tryst with him. “I’m not sure that’s such a great idea, Derek,” she said finally after ruminating for a few minutes. “Let’s just carry on with our lives, separately.” Derek couldn’t hide his shock. No woman had ever turned him down before. Her rejection stung his ego, making his countenance rigid as a rock. “Fine,” he said flatly, then reached for the drawer of his nightstand where he pulled out wads of hundred dollar bills. “Here, this is for you.”

But when Katrina forwarded her hand, her eyes became all teary only to get a drop rolled down as Nathan slipped the ring into her finger. Holding her hand when Nathan looked at Katrina all lovingly, being unable to handle anymore, Amelia left from there. She came outside of the hall room and sat with a thud on the bench in front of the garden. She started muttering to herself, "How did I forget who is Nathan? How did I expect him, the billionaire heir to love a poor girl like me? How did I forget the barrier between us? Status, family, society.. How did I think he will stand up with me against all this?

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be six feet under by now. You underestimate me too much, Lillith Hellman.” “You’ve underestimated me too,” I said with a smile, wishing he could see it. “You thought you could shut me down with what you did but here I am, still rising. You’re really pathetic, the most pathetic billionaire I have ever met. Even your worst won’t work on me.”

I shouted, my voice trembling with determination. "Two hundred million," Ethan replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving mine. Before I realized it, I was the one going back and forth with Ethan over a painting of *me*. A symbol of my freedom from him. I couldn’t let him have it. Not him. "One billion dollars," Ethan finally said, the words hitting me like a punch to the gut. I choked, staring at him in disbelief. The room erupted in murmurs, people questioning if it was real, wondering if anyone would actually spend that much.

The ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he squeezed his face, before opening his eyes, then he rolled himself on the bed, before getting up. He was just waking up from sleep, but it didn’t look like he just woke up, because his handsomeness was something anyone will write home about. His name is Damian Walter, he is just twenty-six years old and yet he was already a billionaire of his own. He has a sugar company and it’s growing abundantly.

All the signs were all there, but she ignored it and pushed it away, telling herself that they only had the same way and there was no way she could have met Alex Graham. The billionaire... The owner of the Graham Empire... she continued her searched and became simply shocked as she made more discoveries about him... He was richer than she had imagined... He even had his own private jet, his own island, which was owned by his grandparents but given to him as an inheritance... Different vacation homes... His own estate... Different subsidiaries... The hotel they were working with were on his many subsidiaries... Even a hospital... Juliet couldn't search anymore... she got up and started to pac

"I have to marry his best friends grandson, Paul Sinclair.” I almost dropped my cup. Why were my broke ears hearing billionaire names. The Sinclairs were the richest family in Texas who owned nearly half of everything. I remember seeing Paul Sinclair in magazines. He was tall, blond and unbelievably handsome. For years women across Texas had voted him the state's hottest billionaire CEO. “My grandfather and Paul’s were good friends," Ivy continued, "so they decided each of their eldest grandkids would get married. But six months ago Paul had a terrible accident." She looked away. "He hasn't been the same since."

The allure of power and control beckons to him, setting the stage for a high-stakes game where every move could tip the scales in his favor. Audrey enters her cabin at Ashford Corporations and is taken aback to find Richard sitting there, his presence unexpected. She eyes him warily and demands, "What are you doing here?" Richard's smirk only widens as he meets her gaze. "It seems like the deal we have is about to come to an end," he cryptically replies. Audrey's expression darkens as she presses him, "What do you mean?" her voice tinged with anger and suspicion. Richard chuckles softly, enjoying the tension in the air. "I've discovered that your sweetheart, Jenkins, is suffering from a term