Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Dalia, the moment you step out of this house, you are no longer Miss Thompson. You don’t need to do anything...I actually envy you.” I sighed in defeat. Maybe Emily is right. She is always right to me. “I thought about flaunting the fact that I am a billionaire’s wife but I couldn’t even see the end of it.” I said, remembering the time I bought dresses, shoes and bags. I am sure I didn’t tell Emily of my extravaganza. I thought I could make Eros angry or something but he didn’t even say anything. He must have seen the debits but ignored them.

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

“Wine. I hate wine. And I don’t volunteer anywhere, I barely sleep. Why can’t we say we met at a library?” “Billionaires don’t meet people at libraries.” “Why not?” “Because we buy the building and turn it into a private lab. Keep going.” She chewed her lip. “Okay but think about it for a second. You’re forty three. I’m twenty four. How does anyone believe I just fell for you at a charity gala? No offense.” “None taken. Wealth cancels age. It always has.” “That’s depressing.” “That’s accurate. Moving on.” She threw her hands up.

“Blake it’s beautiful but I don’t know if I can swing it. How much is it?’ Blake started laughing, “What do you mean you aren’t going to be able to swing it? Kate, what part of this did you think you were buying?” “Excuse me?” “Kate, I’m not trying to be rude but all of this and I mean all of this that I’ve worked for has been for these moments. This is what I’ve wanted you and me together somewhere with no concerns just happiness.” He grabbed my hand and look into my eyes. “Please let me do this for us.” I just felt awkward but I knew I needed to start accepting who I was with. I was literally in love with a billionaire that could basically have anything he wanted but overall was more conc

After all, she's living with our dad in the beautiful mansion in London. We are rich, yes, we are rich. My father is also one of the second billionaires in London, Duckland, and Texas. He has houses all over the country and businesses; he's the CEO of Vespar Manufacturing Company. So, pretending nothing happened, I responded to her call. "I've missed you so much too, Annabelle. So, how are you doing?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion and yet pretentious. I noticed at the receiving end that she became silent and unresponsive. I could hear her fidgeting, her voice lowering beneath the background of the call.

She was surrounded by wealth and personal assets everywhere, but she thirsted for affection. "I also want to arrange a marriage between Faith and Dr. Kasih. It seems it's time for them to get married. Dr. Kasih is becoming more beautiful by the day. There are surely many men out there who want to be with her. I don't want to miss out, Dr. Roland! I've liked Dr. Kasih since she was little, and now that she's grown, I want to match her with my grandson, Faith. Is that wrong? I want to see my great-grandchild from them," Grandma Meri said, her heart heavy.

Then I saw it. The headline was written so boldly that it made my eyes hurt for a minute. “Famous Billionaire Was Last Seen With Who Appears To Be His First Love That Escaped Death By An Inch.” My heart nearly stopped as I scrolled down and the first image I saw had the phone slipping out of my hands, straight to the

It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Wanted. Perfect. I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire. A billionaire. “Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

“Fair. Jake’s out of town now. I’ll come get you. We’ll eat heartbreak ice cream and curse Chad with genital warts.” “I can’t.” “What? Why?! Where are you?” A flush sounded in the background—great, she’d been on the toilet the whole time. “I’m in a billionaire’s house,” I muttered. “What?” “You heard me. I called the number on that black card Ms. Sinclair gave me.” I looked around the luxurious room again like it might vanish. “I signed a contract. Thirty days. One million dollars.” A long pause. “Oh my God,” she finally said. “I always thought I’d be the slut between us.”