Novel & Cerita From One Night To Mrs Billionaire

“Seen what?” “Page Six. People. Architectural Digest’s gossip blog even.” She paused. “They all say the same thing.” I closed my eyes. “‘Secret Heiress Architect Linked to Billionaire James O’Connor. Twins. A Sudden Romance. A Hidden Past.’” I stood in the middle of the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear, breath caught between denial and fury. Elijah and Elena were laughing at something across the room, their cereal bowls half-full. Innocent. Unbothered.

I murmured, and he nodded. “What about it?” “We had sex that night, and we both agreed that it was a one-night-stand thing.” My finger wagged between us as I tried to keep my eyes peering into his, hoping I could make him as uncomfortable as he was already making me. “Yes, we did,” he nodded. “Then why are you making it difficult for me to do my job? That was a one-night thing, and now our relationship is that of a boss and staff. “You…” I pointed at his face. “...are my boss and I am your staff,” I finished.

She was an absolute workaholic, always glued to her laptop, making sure everything was perfect. " Boss?" Great, I had her full attention. " Listen carefully, Michelle. I will be having dinner at 'Promesa' tonight, and I won't be alone. Make sure everybody acts as usual, no special treatment. Today I am an average customer who wants to enjoy their meal." " Understood," Michelle replied, and I ended the call after saying goodbye. I trusted Michelle on this one. She would make sure no one would even glance at me in a way that could suggest they knew me.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

I looked like someone else—still me, but elevated, softened, glowing in a way I never knew I could. I looked like a bride. Sebastian William’s bride. A light knock came again. “Celeste? Sweetheart, it’s almost time,” Mrs. Williams said gently from outside the door. Almost time. The words hit me like a wave. The wedding was set on the other side of the island—a pristine stretch of white sand lined with towering palm trees and floral arches that cost more than my entire year’s salary back then. A private island. A billionaire wedding. My wedding.

One night's mistake, a momentary event that caused a massive change in his life. It was late afternoon when Amy got home to the house her parents bequeathed to her. "Manang, I'm home," he said softly to the old man who was with them in their private mansion. The tiredness was evident on his face, as if he was burdened with heavy worries. She held her stomach and carefully spoke to the baby in her womb.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

he brought out his hand to shake His name sounded familiar, I tried recalling where I had seen him or heard his name and it suddenly hit me "You are billionaire Daniel Vuitton, number 10 top. billboard" My hands covered my mouth, what was he doing here and how come he knew Kelly, what was going on? My dad and mom stuttered upon hearing he was a billionaire, their voice changed instantly, offering him a seat and something to drink. "Why are you in our house and how come you know Kelly," I asked sharply, curiosity filled me, and Kelly's eyes filled with anger and hatred but who came? "Am here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage Sir"

He pulled away from the embrace and took my hand, leading me toward one of the beautiful cars. “Come my dear,” he said softly. “Let’s go to our new home. It is not just a house… it is a palace, big, beautiful, and perfect for you. Everything you have ever dreamed of, everything you have ever wanted… it is all waiting for you now. And from now on, you will never have to work hard, never have to suffer, and never have to feel worthless or poor again. You are my wife Lilian Roseforth. You are Mrs. Gabriel Sterling. And you deserve everything beautiful and wonderful in this world.”

The air inside the hunting shack was thick with the smell of damp earth and rot. Selene sat tied to the wooden chair, her wrists burning where the coarse rope bit into her skin. Across from her, Anna was puzzling out. She was pacing the small room, her breath coming in ragged hitches, the gun in her hand swinging wildly as she ranted about the "injustice" of her life. "I was the pretty one!" Anna screamed, turning to glare at Selene. "I was the one everyone loved! You were just the help! How did you get the billionaire? How did you get the five million?"