Fated To My Billionaire Novels & Stories

"As a boyfriend or as a boss, as long as he is by your side. It shouldn't matter to you." "I guess you're right!" "By the way, what are you wearing tonight? Do you have something for the party?" "I think so. My closet is full of new clothes. I guess I can find something in there." She slapped her head dramatically. "How can I forget that your boyfriend is a billionaire and is ready to buy everything for you, even you won't say a thing to him." "Shut up! Ash" "I really want someone like HIM in my life. But I know that's impossible because God hasn't written my fate with the same ink which he used to write yours."

He simply waited, his gaze tracking every micro-expression on my face with that predatory focus I had learned to fear—and, god help me, to crave. "My father didn't go bankrupt," I continued, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged animal. "He was a partner. A traitor. And you? You didn't save me from a debt. You bought me as an insurance policy. A strategic union. An Anchor." I leaned over the bed, closing the distance until I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. I wanted to see him break. I wanted to see the man who orchestrated my life lose control of the narrative.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.

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.

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.

I said as I relaxed a bit in the car . I just can't believe that to get a girl, I had to use my power and wealth. If it had been any girl, it wouldn't be this hard, I would have gotten what I want from her but Emily is a different case. She is the first lady who hasn't been moved by my wealth or by how powerful I am. Other girls would have rejoiced at being my pretend bride but she made it clear that she isn't interested. "Sir we are here" my secretary said we he stood in front of a building.

“Mum’s death was difficult for me too, Dad, but you don’t see me acting like you. I try so hard to cater for myself. You know I want to go to school, have a career and get married for love, but here you are selling me to some billionaire who is rumoured to have deep roots in the Mafia,” my voice cracked. I was deeply hurt and heartbroken. What was this going to mean for me, the end of my dreams? All my aspirations have gone down the drain. I was going to be a common slave to a ruthless billionaire. “Beth please, you have to calm down. It’s just for a year “ his eyes held mine

, he helped me to take my clothes off and gave me my pyjamas to wear, then he gave me a kiss on my forehead and left. Oh what a caring man! I see myself lucky every single time. Tell me why I will end up with someone I never asked for. I always get more than what I ask for even when I don't want it. I am the wife to the richest billionaire in the city I came from, now I am the mistress to the most respected my in the city I ran to. I am fortunate and destined to be with men of prestige wherever I go. This is an opportunity that a lot of women out there are dying for, but I get mine without lifting a finger. They can literally fight themselves for me. What an honor!

“I guess that was why I was bold enough to run with your money. I just thought nothing ever mattered to you.” The nerve. I laugh dryly. “What?? Even if that were true, which it isn’t, by the way—my money is very important. I don’t play about it. I’ve been able to maintain and build from where my father left off because I track every single penny.” She whispers again, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” “You were never going to get away with it, Ava. I was always going to find you. In whatever hole you crawled into. I just—”