Fated To My Billionaire Novels & Stories

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

He didn't want his son to have the misfortune of having a face imitating Thomas, who looked mediocre. 'Yes, I hope so too. I can't wait to have a crown prince who will inherit my wealth," Thomas prompted flatly. He hoped that Devi would immediately be excited to get pregnant when he heard what he said. Sure enough, Devi's eyes immediately lit up "What did you say earlier, honey?!" exclaimed the woman enthusiastically. "You will give all your wealth to our children later?! Are you serious?!" The boredom that had hit Devi, vanished instantly. Who doesn't want hundreds of billions of dollars just to conceive and give birth to a baby boy?

On the whole, his unpredictable behavior perplexed me greatly. “I am not stupid to tell you the truth, Zuriel. There’s not a chance in hell that you’ll believe Carla’s offer for my virginity. Your aunt is Mother Teresa for you, you’ll definitely get me arrested for defamation charges.” My main agenda was to pass that three months' time peacefully, I didn’t want any beef with these crazy rich people. After all, I was a single mother, who had a tough life ahead of her. Entangling with this billionaire family was like falling into the abyss of endless darkness, which would bring more harm than good.

Then Meryl and her best friend whom he doesn’t even remember her name both wanted the threesome and he was just a happy participant, why is he suddenly placed in the bad light about all this? Slowly, he dropped his phone on his large mahogany table that stretched out across the room, he knew his desk table was way too big for him but no, the bigger, the better and after all he was a billionaire now. He was in fact in charge of all Hatton enterprise. His mind wandered, suddenly thinking about Emily and hoping she hadn’t seen the hate media train that was suddenly following him and even if she did, he hoped she didn’t entirely believe them and understood that was his past life.

He didn't seem to amaze me at all. How do I get fifty million in just 3 weeks? How? How do I tell this man my heart had no room for marriage? How do I tell this man I can't give birth again? Even if I could, I made a promise to myself to be man-free for the rest of my life. I can't break my promise. “I'll provide your money in 3 weeks' time,” Now you can leave, I said, unsure, as I pointed to the door. He took a moment before responding. He gazed thoughtfully. “That's good, I'll be expecting it,” he nodded as he walked away.

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.