Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

Few days after the passing of Mrs.Wilson, a burial service was held. A lot more people than she expected came and relatives her mother never told her about were also present. When the burial came to an end a strange man walked up to Maggie. From his gold accessories and expensive looking clothes and demeanor, she could tell he was a wealthy man. She wondered what relationship her mum would have with such a man. “Hello Maggie, it’s nice to finally meet you” he greeted her with a smile that made her feel like she already knew him but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Not me. “Lena.” Kathryn used her lawyer voice to focus me. “Lena, you're okay. It doesn't matter that he's a billionaire. He's just a person and you haven't done anything wrong.” “What am I doing?” I whispered, more for me than for her. I knew I was in shock and this wouldn't matter near as much in a few minutes, but I let myself have a freak-out moment. I had just found out he wasn't at all what I thought. “How did I fall for a billionaire?”

The pain of losing my child, the pain of losing my marriage, I encountered everything. “I’m going to go out for awhile.” With that, I started to walk away. However, I was stopped when I felt something that snaked around my waist. As I turned around, I saw Black-----kneeling on the cold floor, burying his face on my stomach. A sense of satisfaction crept into my skin. A billionaire that’s known in the whole world was now kneeling in front of me. I could feel that my dress started to get wet, his shoulders were moving. Yes, go beg!

“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."

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.”