He Wants Her Back: The Billionaire’s Leading Lady 소설 & 이야기

By the way he didn't need her anymore , he recently just climbed to the height of becoming a billionaire. He sat down at the vendors meeting grinning ear to ear feeding on his lustful thoughts of payback for all Emily's harsh and demeaning treatment . He could've canceled the wedding at any other time but that wouldn't be embarrassing enough . He recently also confirmed that Alicia and Dimitri had just broken up , which means she would be emotionally vunerable and he had a chance . Life couldn't really get better than this , all his hopes and efforts had finally come to fruition. “ So would the lovely couple prefer chocolate cake as the first layer or should it be vanilla?” The slightly over

It would just look too easy, and she wanted to make it hard for anybody else who would try to release a comeback to tarnish and destroy the plan she was creating in her head. All she just wanted right now was to make Vincent believe the news she had released. She wanted Vincent to take his mind off trying to have any sort of connection with Ariana, at least if he noticed that Ariana was being engaged to someone else, and not just anyone else but a popular billionaire like he was, He would give up in his goal of trying to get back to her and remain where he was. She couldn't afford to lose him because she knew that losing him meant losing her career. That was the main reason for the plan brew

"True. But yours is exceptionally abnormal. Nathan, do you ever wonder what it would be like to be with someone completely ordinary? Someone without genetic engineering, corporate empires, international terrorists?" "Someone like you?" She smiled. "I wasn't going to say it. But yes. Someone like me. A Normal billionaire's daughter running a lifestyle brand. No laboratory creation. No genetic terrorism. Just regular complicated rich person problems." The main course arrived. Duck prepared perfectly, sides I couldn't name. "This is amazing," I said, grateful for the topic change. "Chef is the best. Nathan, can I ask you something personal?"

“Again, I’m sorry, but only billionaires can enter here. So, you’ll need to step down to the millionaires’ floor and request for a membership card.” I watched her face turn red after the manager finished speaking, then she turned around with her lackeys and left the scene after telling the manager that she’ll make sure he pays for this embarrassment. A triumphant smile appeared on my face as I watched her do the walk of shame. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling Douglas is behind all of this. I maintained my smile, as I walked majestically into the dining room with Avery and Lily.

Her engagement that had been dragged through designer mud for this so called "family reunion." She had watched that photo climb to nearly two million likes overnight. Watched the hashtags trend. Watched Vera Sterling re enter high society like a phoenix with perfect skin and a tragic backstory. And now, even Dorian Fontaine was in New York. The news popped up in her alerts thirty minutes ago, and at first, it had simply intrigued her. Then it sent a spark of something else racing through her. She put the pieces together fast. Dorian wanted Vera. Sarah wanted Asher.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

“Of course not. I’m sure it will be devastating for you. Hormones, oxytocin, carrying someone inside you, and then leaving… It’ll mess you up, and I’m happy to include counseling in the offer. I fully expect you to have a host of emotions about giving up a child. I just don’t want you falling in love with me.” I eyed him through my lashes, nose curling. “There’s absolutely no chance of that.” Right then, he was irritating, blindly self-consumed, and the arrogant billionaire I’d expected him to be upon first meeting. How blind could he be to ask me to give him a baby? Like I could just surrender…

Instead, he stepped closer again. The distance collapsed in a way that made her instinctively still. “You’ll receive five million dollars upon successful delivery,” he said quietly. The number hung in the air like a weight. Five million. For a second, her mind went silent. Hospital bills. Her mother’s face when she tried not to cry. The doctors speaking in careful tones like hope was something fragile. Her current life—crumbling under debt she couldn’t outrun. Aubrey swallowed. Killian watched her closely.

Her eyes landed on me instantly, and whatever composure she had held shifted into something colder. “Emiliano,” she said sharply, her tone immediately defensive. “What are you doing here?” I straightened slightly, refusing to let her hostility dictate the moment. “I need to talk,” I said simply. She scanned me with a slow, deliberate look, as if deciding whether I was worth the oxygen it would take to respond. “Let me guess,” she said after a pause. “You regret everything and now you want Valeria back.” I let out a short, humorless breath.