Hello,my billionaire girlfriend Novels & Stories

Um, he is a businessman," I said. "What is his name?" he asked as his voice got rough. "Adrian," I said, looking into his eyes. He started looking at my face for a minute when his eyes slightly widened. "So, you're that mysterious girl who married Billionaire Adrian Campbell," he murmured. I frowned at him. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "It's in every newspaper and celebrity magazine about a mysterious girl whom the billionaire Adrian Campbell is getting married to," he said as his eyebrows drew together. I can feel his voice getting cracked at the end like he is deeply hurt from inside.

Another lady shifts in her seat, glaring at me. Okay, now, I didn’t think they would ask for his name. I have none in my head. My brain scrambles for a billionaire’s name I can fake as my fiancé. Ashford Winslow. My best friend. His name pops into my head and before I can stop myself, I let it slip. “Ashford Winslow. I’m sure you must have heard of him.” “Ashford Winslow? The billionaire of the Winslow group of companies?” A proud smile stretched across my lips. “Yes.” It’s a good thing I have a billionaire as my best friend.

"Can you tell me how rich you are because $600k is a crazy amount to spend." "I'm a billionaire." "That makes sense. I'll pay you back though every cent though." "It's a gift. You can feel free to take the card whenever you want." "Has anyone ever told you that you know how to make girls feel extremely special?" "No, but I'm glad you do." ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

I turned away from the TV to keep my foster family from noticing my interest in the news. I especially didn’t want Andrea to see me staring at the handsome Alpha male who was the missing girl’s fiancé. I could still hear the reporter's words as he delivered the story. His voice seemed to echo through my mind. “So, I have a message for all you girls who will soon be eighteen,” the reporter said. “If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.”

She replies, “He let it slip when he promised to not allow me hurt you.” Okay, forget the news. This right here? This is groundbreaking. The Madame looks at me like something she scraped off the back of her shoe, “All this time Allard, you had some billionaire boyfriend?” My brain comes to a complete halt. In some logical world Billionaire boyfriend and my last name should not come together in a sentence. Actually, us Allards are notorious for having the exact opposite. “What does that mean?” I manage to get out, surprised my brain could even put together words.

his sudden announcement pulled me away from my thoughts, and I gazed upon a grand and beautiful mansion before me. Oh my goodness, is this the home he was referring to? Could it be that I am a wealthy billionaire without even realizing it? "What is this place?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the majestic building. "This is where you'll be staying with your boyfriend," he uttered before walking away, leaving me to process the bombshell he had just dropped. "Boyfriend!" My voice rang out uncontrollably. What on earth did he mean by boyfriend?

Don turned and found me looking at me as I turned and walked away but He started pursuing me and started pleading with me telling me they just wanna take pictures with Him. “My sexy girl you are my girlfriend” He said to me kissing me in-front of all of the girls there, He was called by some girls and He looked at her and started waving at them while smiling flirtatiously at them, I got pissed off and left Him to go hide, Am so damn jealous!! Why does I mean every girl wants Him!! I screamed at my friends, “Because He’s a more than a billionaire, he's a Trillionaire Lizzy and all girl must want Him!” Coco snapped at me,

"How dare you?" I shouted in my voice and was very close to him like I wanted to hit him with my head. "So you are the billionaire that has been deceiving my girlfriend." "I beg your pardon! Who is your girlfriend?" I asked to be sure. "Zina of course." "Oh! You mean my wife to be or is there any other Zina you are talking about?" I purposely said to make a mockery of him.

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.