From One Night To Mrs Billionaire Novels & Stories

envelope on my boss’s desk. I’d been too wrapped up in thoughts of Ria’s tearful confession of getting in over her head with a loan shark—for her boyfriend’s sake, god-fucking-damn it—to concentrate on the mail I was sorting through for Jameson Richards, my incredibly gorgeous, billionaire boss. Honestly, it was the first time in the four years I’d worked for The Richards Corp. that anything other than him had distracted me. In this particular instance, the derailment had come from Ria’s confession and my subsequent, admittedly idiotic assertion that I’d take care of everything for her, just as Mom always did for her sister. Even after my aunt’s car “mysteriously” blew up in the deserted par

Daisy said and I smiled at her. Days passed and Daisy and the girls returned with information about who the stranger responsible for my pregnancy was. I was dumbfounded when I found out. It was none other than Lucian Hawthorne, the city’s most famous young billionaire CEO. I can’t believe a billionaire was the father of my child. Daisy and the girls were stunned as well. “Damn girl, you hit the jackpot. Now, you’ve got to tell him,” Gemma said.

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend

Ashton spoke when Billina and Capo changed impassive looks then saw the face of the sleepy man who was continuously yawning. "Ashton, my love. Why don't you go to sleep?" the billionaire beauty said with a smile on her face. "Okay..." he with shrugging the shoulders, walked away. "Capo, I want the bloody footage of what happened last night..." she said in annoyance. 'Of course, give me some time," he showed curtsy to the billionaire beauty and walked away. Billina stood there alone, her mind racing with different equations. Now, who is her new enemy?

"Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!" I was shocked at how she knew who the man was while I'm here wondering. "You know him?" "Who wouldn't know Rafael Gray Zeigler?! He's the youngest multi-billionaire in the whole of Asia!" I have so many questions for her but my head was throbbing so bad. I need to drink some medicine and perhaps sleep again. I want my head to be clear before asking her who the man I gave myself to. "Ivy, this is the worst hangover of my life. I'll drop the call first to drink some medicine and sleep. I have to clear my mind," I stood up and went to the kitchen.

Talk about motivation and losing some fats. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw the door man greeting me ‘good Evening’ I winced at the gesture. I was only a daughter of a mayor back at home - a town as small as Ethan’s living room but here in New York, apparently I’m the fiance of the billionaire, future Mrs Knight,Wife of the heir of Knight corporation. I’m still getting used to the idea of being engaged to a rich man who also turned out to be extremely gorgeous with a green pool of eyes but What lies ahead of me, I wouldn't know, not yet.

Her body felt like a deflated balloon. Tomorrow, she still had to return to the police station, then arrange the funeral. She needed at least a few hours of sleep to regain some strength. Just as Assistant Mark had said, this was not the time for her to collapse. --- One in the morning. The billionaire had grown impatient waiting for Danielle. Instead, he went to her room himself. Even though the door was locked from the inside, he was the master of this mansion. He always kept a spare key. Standing beside Danielle’s bed, the billionaire silently watched her sleeping figure. Her breathing sounded heavy with exhaustion, and she was still wearing the same clothes from earlier that afternoon. H

"You're lying." "I'm not." Victor pressed the photograph into her palm. His fingers were warm. Steady. "Check the metadata. Check the date. Then ask yourself why a billionaire CEO needed a junior assistant he had never met." She looked down at the image. Her own face stared back. Unaware. Unprotected. Hunted. "Why are you telling me this?" Victor stood. Brushed off his trousers. Looked down at her with an expression that was almost kind. "Because someone should."

The huge room inside Knight Mansion felt unreal. Soft golden lights, expensive furniture, a king-size bed bigger than her entire old apartment. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the window. "Tomorrow… I'm getting married to a billionaire," she whispered to herself. Everything felt like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Emily opened it. Two maids stood outside. They bowed politely. "Good morning, Miss Carter." Emily looked confused. "Morning?" One of the maids smiled.

“You think this is going to earn you a bonus? Or are you planning something… wicked?” His tone turned sharp, suspicious. Janine shook her head quickly. “No, sir. I’m not… I just…” She swallowed, her voice trembling. “This is my job. That’s all.” She forced a smile—broken, sad, brave. “It’s okay. Just one night.” Her words slammed into him harder than her body had. Theo stared at her. For a moment, he wasn’t a billionaire, a dominant, a man in control. He was a stranger in a moment that felt like something more. Like guilt. Like possession.