Fated To My Billionaire Novels & Stories

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

It's thrilling—I can barely control my excitement. People told me he was cold... that he pushes everyone away. But he's not pushing me away. He's pulling me into his lap. He's whispering in my ear. And suddenly I'm letting him do whatever he wants to me. Am I the luckiest girl alive? Or am I just a toy for this billionaire to play with and toss aside? ***** 01

“So. What are you afraid of?” He looked at her. “What if my father was dirty? What if he was in on it all—and he only got taken out because he turned on his own allies?” Leila tilted her head. “Then you’re not him.” “Am I not?” Adrian whispered. “I’ve built my empire the same way. Ruthless deals. Calculated loyalty. And now, the people I trusted most are the ones who’ve turned on me.” She stood, walking closer. “You could’ve thrown me under the bus a dozen times. But you didn’t. That’s not your father’s legacy. That’s yours.”

Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I hid my face in between my hands, "What kind of twisted psychology is it? And what if I don't marry his grandson?" "Knight Empire will take over Williams Industries." He answered. "How can Steven Knight be so selfish?" I hissed in contempt. Steven Knight was grandpa's old friend and I don't know why he had put that condition in front of grandpa. "I don't want any of this to happen to you, Eve. Trust me. I'm so sorry." Marcus apologised. Why was everything so complicated? "I don't know what to say." I said, rubbing my temples with my fingers. My head was going to explode with all the information Marcus was bombarding me with.

He does not even sound surprised at all. "Yes, she did." "No problem, let her know that I will be back in California in a week." "You won't fly back sooner." "No" "Really" I am beyond shocked with the way he took the news "Yes," "Wow!" "You must be shocked with the way I took the news." "Yes, very shocked." "Eleanor, this is not the first time a woman is claiming I am the father of her baby." "Really" "Yes, I am a billionaire. I am the father of every baby of every woman who ends up in my bed even though I never sleep with these women raw."

"Wesley didn't try to talk me out of it, he didn't like kids and he never liked the bastard, only Liam tried but my mind was made up. They helped secure that part of my life as I gave the baby up for adoption the moment she was born. Easy right?" I frowned. "Laurel that's cruel." "It isn't, when you're doing the right thing. You see they're many billionaire Playboys in this world Katy, majority of them inherited their family businesses. You know it's hard to see a self-made billionaire these days, people will just have to work for years before they can even be worthy of being called a millionaire. So if you encounter a billionaire, just know it's not an easy something. It takes a life goal t

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Lewis' secretary stared at the tall beautiful Jones mansion and shivered with anticipation. So this was what it felt like to have money, she thought. To live in a mansion such as this and drive these luxurious cars. If only she was as privileged and was given the same opportunity to live this life.

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux