From One Night To Mrs Billionaire Novels & Stories

“How are you feeling? With the baby and everything? Congratulations, darling.” I forced the words out between gritted teeth. “Thank you.” She tilted her head slightly, still smiling. The billionaire stood silently beside her, watching everything with cold detachment. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “So… after nine months, when exactly am I receiving my money and getting out of here?” The wife and the billionaire exchanged a quick glance. Their eyes met for a brief second, something private and knowing passed between them that made my stomach twist uncomfortably. The wife laughed lightly, the sound elegant but mocking. “No, no, not too fast. Take it easy, Bree. It’s not even one month yet, a

🔞 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, SPG ALERT 18+ ABOVE, THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS 🔞 --- “Ahhh!!” Astrid moaned softly. She couldn’t stop herself because of the strange sensation she was feeling for the very first time. “Don’t moan too much, lady… ahh, you’re so tight!” Apollo said as he enjoyed a night with the waitress, Astrid. After that exhausted night , the billionaire newcomer to their town and the young waitress both fell into a deep sleep.

she says “Well, turns out the guy I had a one-night stand with is the billionaire, Jim Dan” “Stop joking” “I’m dead ass” I smile “Girl, you just won a lottery” “Well yeah, and he came to the coffeehouse today too, so maybe it might not end at one-night stand” I smirk “You nasty bitch” Kendra says “Well I’m exhausted from today and I genuinely need to sleep” I say to Kendra as I walk into my room and lay on my bed. I envision thoughts of dating a billionaire, getting married and living in a good-looking house. All these thoughts make me fall asleep.

Outside, a siren wailed down Avenue B and faded. Inside, it was just me, him, and a napkin that could save us both. 90 days. A bed that wasn’t a cot in the back room. Food. Heat. No court notice on my door. All I had to do was walk into a billionaire’s world… and not fall for him. Lila sighed in her sleep and burrowed closer to my ankle. I picked up the pen. My signature was messy. Tired. But it was there. Adia Mbeki.

He had to be a billionaire, I knew owning even a small property in this expensive part of town could cost up to a billion, let alone such a big, expensive looking nightclub. The billionaire turned to face me now, dragging me to his side, a bit more gently. I could feel my body press against his powerful body, as his body heat warmed me till I was no longer trembling. "Offer the chick money Larry, if you want her to do anything for you. You of all people should know by now that the language of women is money.” Larry smiled. “One million dollars Little pet, and I want all your clothes off now.” Still pressed against the billionaire’s side, I shook my head shyly. Though I needed it, I didn’t wa

It wasn't until he was in front of me before I gazed up to meet his face, that was when the resemblance I had earlier noticed on the old woman's face suddenly dawned on me. "Wait, what?!" I yelled. "You?" I pointed a finger at him. He was just staring calmly all the while. "Be calm, my dear, and just listen." The woman held my hand. I started putting two and two together and everything started getting clearer to me. That night at the cruise vacation, the stranger I had drunkenly laid with was the CEO of Alpha Zee company, my boss! What the fuck! Jeez, what have I gotten myself into.

And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger. He was Zachary Moreau. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere near him. Quietly, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. My dress was on the floor, wrinkled and missing a strap. My heels were by the door. My dignity was somewhere in between. I got dressed as fast as I could, ignoring the sting of tears pressing behind my eyes. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who went to parties, who drank too much, who ended up in a billionaire’s penthouse without remembering how she got there.

I love anything black, love working and more importantly, I cherish my privacy. He tensed the last part like he was making reference to Bianca. Bianca ignored this part. "When do we go?" The fake girlfriend demanded. Nate checked his Rolex and determined when they would be going. "At four o'clock. My assistant Claire will be with you shortly." Bianca stiffened, "I don't do well with people. Can't I stay here?" Nathan stared expressionlessly to her chocolate black eyes. "We just met Bianca. I just told you, I cherish my privacy."

"Sorry, sir. But we can't reschedule. That means you’ll lose money, and you know you don’t like that." Ezra started his car. "I’m a billionaire, Milan. Losing a few bucks won’t affect me. Plus, Miss Facer is sick. She’ll handle the ads and meet with the media when she’s back in the office." He ended the call and sighed before driving off.

She smiled and nodded in agreement. They stared at each other for quite a long time, and Michelle couldn’t figure out how a billionaire like him came into her life and completely changed it into something beyond imaginable. Sure, they didn’t have a great start as their minds were both twisted by some necessities. But right now, she would say everything was different.