Novel & Cerita Falling For My Dying Billionaire

I thought of not using any violence and everything will be done with this matter through peaceful negotiations so I remain myself calm even if he threw a punch on me but then when he said all those crap things about her I couldn't control my anger which made me to react in this manner. "don't you ever dare say a word about her I won't hold back if you speak anything about her,again"I snarled at him. "oh so miss trash has finally succeeded in seducing Mr billionaire, good job now you'll used him to your fullest I mean you guys are perfect for each other ,miss trash can fulfill her physical needs from the Mr billionaire and Mr billionaire on the other hand can maybe do the same" he said with t

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

It was a text from Meera, my closest friend and confidant. Meera: "How's it going with Mr. Billionaire Ex? Need backup?" I stifled a laugh, typing back quickly. Me: "It's... complicated. Drinks later?" Her response came almost immediately. Meera: "You're buying." Shaking my head, I slipped my phone back into my bag. The elevator ride down felt endless. As I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this...working alongside the man who had once been my world.

“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.”

Like ask why. He kissed her. I swallowed hard, the sour taste of old wine and older disappointment rising in my throat. The internet thought I was a fool. The pitied wife who got played, discarded, forgotten. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know about the contract. About the ten million dollars. About how none of it was ever supposed to feel real. And yet… it did. I fell. Not gracefully. Not logically. I fell like someone who never expected to land.

And for the first time in a long time—I believed him. Later That Night The news flashed across the screens in airports, phones, and living rooms worldwide. BREAKING: Greenwood Stones Officially Detained – Sources Reveal Billionaire Fled Milan Amidst Drug Trafficking. The Rise and Fall of a Billionaire Empire I looked down at my Wedding ring. Then up at Alexander. And I smiled. Not because everything was perfect. But because we were finally free. THE END “My Billionaire Redemption”

I have one shoe on, and I bend my knee to wear the second, “You were not there Rosie; Lucas was bleeding in my arms and when I asked him… with his very last breath he said her name. And my guts tell me she is the one;” “They are California billionaires!” “And that’s why I have to do this, because if I don’t, they will get away with it.” “God Roxy,” Her hands crush in two power fists, grunting desperately. “How do you think this is going to end?” I simply shrug. “I guess we are about to find out.” And with that, I dash out leaving Rosy with her words in her mouth.

“I can’t be selfish enough to let you use up your inheritance on me.” “You have no idea who I am, do you, baby girl?” She looked at me, puzzled, searching my eyes. “What do you mean?” “Just think about it.” I kissed her lips, and we continued making out. She had no clue that with me, she’d never have to work a day in her life unless she wanted to. I wasn’t just some rich guy. I was a goddamn billionaire. But was now the time to let her find out?

“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?”

I lost my balance and came crashing to the floor but just before my body hit the ground, a pair of large arms grabbed me. My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze met his again. He was smirking dangerously this time and it made my heart flutter wildly. “It seems you have a thing for tripping and falling for handsome men,” his voice drummed into my ears. “By the way, you smell like good sex.”