Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire Is On Vacation Novels & Stories

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

Harry drove towards her driving a Lamborghini. She sat at the front seat and they both drove off. “the story line is that I have an ex fiance who is know pregnant. I broke up with her because I found her cheating with a gym instructor from my hotel,the one that I took you to and you ran away. I know that the baby in her belly is not mine and I know very well that my father is going to force me to get maery her and that is not what I want. That's where you come in. I will tell them that we will get engaged and eventually get married to avoid being forced to marry her and to save my company,”Harry said.

"We'll have plenty to talk about. Specifically, all the filthy, hot sex you'll be having." "We are not having sex. It's all fake." Heat rushes to my cheeks when I think of how he spoke to me in his office earlier. I shouldn't have provoked him like I did, but it was like my body was out of my control. Traitorous uterus. "Right." She gives me a look that says I'm full of shit. "You'll only be sharing a bed every night with the most eligible bachelor in New York." THE DIMLY LIT lobby of Damien's apartment is so porcelain, I bet there isn't a speck of dust anywhere.

Alex Russo the biggest dick head in the whole world and the heir to the Russo empire, we attended the same schools growing up and now we’ve both been placed as vice president in both companies and next in line to being CEO, such an hectic job especially when we are clearly in a competition and can’t afford to slack off. I’m Vanessa Carter, only daughter and heir to the Carter’s conglomerate especially since my younger brother signed off the “dilly-dallying” of the family business, as he would call it, and decided to go into the medical field as a Doctor leaving me with such hectic role to play. I turned as my alarm rang and turned it off while getting off my queen sized bed and very soft bed

We stared each other down, the silence between us more deafening than any shouting match could’ve been. Finally, I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Alright,” I said, my tone measured. “If money is the issue, I can take care of that. I’ll compensate you for everything—your time, your sacrifices, your future. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” Valerie’s eyes narrowed. “And what exactly are you proposing, Damian?” “Two million dollars,” I said without hesitation. “Enough to set you up for life. You won’t have to work another day if you don’t want to. Just...don’t keep the baby.”

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

"Fine… it was Julian Valentino.” Gigi froze. “Julian Valentino? You mean the Holy Billionaire?” “The very one. I was locked in with him for the entire protocol. I walked away with $160,000 and an exclusive deal.” Gigi’s jaw dropped. "The Saint? Thalia, they say he hasn't touched a woman in years. They say he’s made of ice." "Actually, he’s not ice," Thalia whispered, the memory of his touch making her skin prickle. "He’s fire.”

Veronica blurted out, standing beside me without me realizing. "Can't you see I'm taking a break?" "It was a very long brain tumor removal operation, huh?" "Yes, it seems like it's been a while since I last assisted in an operating room performing such a major surgery." "Isn't your husband a very successful architect now? I've been checking his social media accounts, he lives a very luxurious life with his parents and siblings. But why haven't you been in his vacation photos lately?" "I'm not coming!" "Why?" "I'm not in the mood for a vacation. Besides, it seems like my presence would only ruin the fun."

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my wedding ring, tears finally falling. He had wanted me before I even knew he existed. He had upended his empire to protect me from a worse monster. And he had still chosen lies and control instead of honesty. My phone vibrated. I almost ignored it, but the preview made my blood run cold. ‘Unknown: Smart girl, leaving the penthouse tonight. Andrea can’t protect you when you’re not under his roof. Tell him Elena says hello. The real game starts now. — JB’ I dropped the phone like it burned me.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”