He's My Ruthless Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

Book 3 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY WANTS ME BACK series. --------- He gives me a wonderful night while I give him a secret baby. Homeless loner as always, I encounter a handsome with fabulous wealth. Sparks fly when our eyes meet and we just click. The attraction is so strong that nothing could stop us to zealously explore each other's body, but after which I'm pregnant and he's nowhere to be found.

"You are going to sign that paper, Elena. You are going to play the perfect, loving wife in front of the cameras, and you are going to live under my absolute control. If you try to run, if you try to take my son from this house, I will use every single dollar I own to destroy you. Do I make myself clear?" Elena looked down at the pen in her hand, then at the man she had once loved with all her soul the man who was now her most ruthless captor. She had no choice. She had no money, no power, and no way to fight a billionaire in court. For the sake of Theo’s health, and to keep her son close to her, she had to surrender. With a broken sob, Elena pressed the pen to the paper and signed her name,

The End Morris sighed and looked at the floor, “Carlos, I. . . I owe you an apology.” He was feeling regretful standing in front of the Fernandez family’s large living room. ”I’ve been wrong about you for far too long. ” The man, who once was called the ruthless billionaire Carlos Fernandez, stared at Morris in surprise. The passage of time had made him bitter and a little less cruel; the man had a glimmer of humanity in his gaze. "Morris, we have both sinned, and maybe it is time that we let that go, and start afresh."

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

I know I shouldn't be saying this in my state but this man is gorgeous, and, aside from the fact that he was handsome, he also had this look of arrogance as he glanced at his watch every second like he had no time to waste here. He walked in slowly and stood behind the door. "Who..who are you?" I asked awakening myself from the lustful thoughts I have of him already. He took a glance at the paper in his hands and then moved closer to me. "Hazel Carter..." He called, his voice sounding so deep. I listened attentively and waited for him to complete his sentence. "I am here to propose a deal. I'll pay all the expenses for your surgery, and give you an additional five hundred thousand dollars if

Yes, I was going to start this new chapter with him. “Yes, Tristian Ravenford. Yes!” The crowd went wild, and Liam was shouting at the top of his voice. Tristian Ravenford stood, arms outstretched. I ran into them, knowing that I was home, and in his arms was where I always wanted to be. His arms were my home, and he was my billionaire. I was addicted to this billionaire, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it.

“I’d sign it all over again.” Their story had started with raw lust and a cold contract. It had grown into a lifetime of fiery passion, deep love, unbreakable trust, and a beautiful family. The ruthless billionaire and the innocent but fiery woman had written their own happy ending—one filled with dirty nights, tender mornings, powerful days, and an eternal bond no one could break. And somewhere, in the city lights, the devil still smiled, knowing he had won the greatest prize of all: her heart.

That left only her night job to support their small family. The TV droned in the background, the news anchor’s voice blending into white noise—until a name made her head snap toward the screen. Jayden Steele. The image alone was enough to twist her stomach. There he was: crisp suit, that signature smirk, and the same unsettling effect on her pulse. The billionaire’s return had been the buzz of the city, a media frenzy she couldn’t dodge—even in her cramped apartment. That had to be why she’d dreamed about him. Probably.

I can't keep putting all my baggage on Luisa. I would die if I don't start my chemotherapy sessions in a few months, I can't tell anyone of my illness, I don't need any more sympathy. The fact alone that the cause of my first pain and heartbreak is who I have to lean on, hurts me badly, it feels like I'm betraying 15 year old me but I'm sure she'll understand, our lives are at stake here, pride won't save us, I learnt that the hard way. "You are living with Luca? As in Luca Maverick, the Billionaire Luca and the one from high school?"

He typed out a terse reply: “I’ll be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid.” Her response came almost instantly: “You’re the one being stupid, Adrian. Remember who holds the cards here. You owe me.” Adrian clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room. Vanessa always knew how to dig the knife deeper, and she was damn good at twisting it. *