Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire Is On Vacation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and extended it toward her. "Here... this should cover a new outfit and some extra for your needs." He hadn't anticipated the resounding slap from Aella after his words had left his mouth. Damien Sullivan, the CEO of Damien Fashion World, a multi-billion-dollar company, was slapped by a commoner. Rage welled up inside him at the thought. His ego was more than bruised, and Aella didn't seem to mind as she grabbed the dollar note from his outstretched hand and tore it to shreds.

He had proposed a month ago to my mother and she wasted no time planning the wedding in her words which was meant to be perfect. Brian was an older man in his late fifties, and from what I heard he had a son, Damien Black who I was yet to be acquainted with. A tyrant and billionaire who is well known for being cold and cruel, I had heard rumors of his conquest and he was well known to be the billionaire player. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him as he stays in New York and my mother and I live in London. But I knew I would meet him today. I snapped back to reality as Freya handed me a cup of tea. "Drink up. We need to join the bride in a few minutes." She says as she smiles at me.

"Truly he is. But I have also heard that he's quite a player. He changes woman so quickly like changing his clothes. Well, I can't blame him though. He is truly a greek god. Plus, he is super wealthy." "You're right. I have heard that, too. But, who cares? I would be more than willing to have a one night stand with him." Despite his good reputation as a CEO and one of the most successful self-made billionaire in the country, Matthias is also well-known for his addiction with women. For no specific reason, he gets tired of every single woman he gets to sleep with. He never had a serious relationship either. "When is the next auction?" Matthias asked Paul, his secretary, who instantly figured

“Is Miss Hart living in your mansion under contract? That last question changed everything. Damien’s eyes became deadly. Because somebody inside his company leaked information again. The realization darkened his entire expression. And suddenly— The billionaire stopped protecting himself. Damien looked directly into the cameras. Then calmly said the one thing nobody expected. “She is not temporary.” Silence crashed over the room instantly. Every reporter froze. Every camera focused entirely on him. And Damien? Damien looked straight ahead with terrifying certainty. Then announced— “She will become my wife.”

“Before you go home tonight, I want you to send me a picture of your cum-filled pussy when you get in the car. And tomorrow morning, when your husband kisses you goodbye, you’ll still be leaking me.” He walked me to the private elevator, his hand possessively on my ass the entire way. As the doors started to close, he gave me one final dark smile. “Welcome to your new reality, Mrs. Harper. Try not to get pregnant too quickly… I plan to enjoy breeding you for a very long time.” The elevator doors closed. I stood there naked under my coat, legs shaking, Damien’s cum slowly leaking down my thighs, knowing I was completely screwed. And I had never felt more alive.

“You heard Master Sean, right? I doubt he’ll allow you to leave. Do you not know him?” “I do. He's a demon! A sadist! I think he’s got loose screws or maybe he’s just the personification of violence!” “You think he’s a demon? Be thankful you’re still alive. The person you’re calling a demon today can make your life a real hell. He’s the well-known multi-billionaire bachelor who owns the Herald Monopolies of Businesses… HMB. Like Elite Residential HMB, Asian International Airlines HMB, etcetera.”

He didn't care for chaos, but he also wasn't going to be seen in sweats. The harem had been Desmond's idea. A luxury suite hidden inside one of his hotels — girls paid to entertain billionaires with champagne, conversation, and whatever followed after. Shawn had no interest in random hookups, but he hadn't seen the boys in weeks, and honestly, he needed the break. And then she walked in. Aaliyah Moore.

The room was enormous, with a massive bed facing the open ocean view. But we weren’t alone. Five other men were already waiting— all billionaires, all powerful, all naked and hard. Damien threw me onto the bed. “Gentlemen,” he said with a dark smile, “this is Lila. She’s ours for the next two weeks. No limits.” The first billionaire, a tall silver-haired man in his fifties, climbed onto the bed and pushed my legs back. He slammed into my pussy in one thrust and started fucking me with long, deep strokes.

"Jean St. James -- he's the man that is running against me. He is not oy a political rival, but he has started opening businesses to rival the Hamilton group of industries, and in all our cities too. He has opened a bee farm in Ottawa, a ranch in Texas, he is currently building a hotel just opposite our own here in New York -- the worst thing is, he has the money to do whatever stupid thing catches his fancy. His great aunt just died and left a fortune to him -- a fortune he now wants to squander just to destroy us." "And if I get married to his daughter he'll stop?" "Engaged. If you get engaged and pretend to want to marry his daughter, he promises to stop. He said he just wants to be accep