Novel & Cerita Her Wild Night With The Billionaire

A little girl walked in front of her, who wore the same dress as the bride. Cameramen were surrounding her and journalists were making reports as they announced the wedding of the billionaire dude Chase Hudson and Rosalinda Black… "Enough Mike. I don't want to watch any of this nonsense" Pricillia Black thundered. She must stop the wedding. She dashed out and Mike went after her, he won't let his mother drive her car in this state. He urged his mom to get into his car. He would drive her to the registry. This is going to be a terrible heartbreak for his mom. Rosalinda has brought her family low for the sake of a man.

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"Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!" I was shocked at how she knew who the man was while I'm here wondering. "You know him?" "Who wouldn't know Rafael Gray Zeigler?! He's the youngest multi-billionaire in the whole of Asia!" I have so many questions for her but my head was throbbing so bad. I need to drink some medicine and perhaps sleep again. I want my head to be clear before asking her who the man I gave myself to. "Ivy, this is the worst hangover of my life. I'll drop the call first to drink some medicine and sleep. I have to clear my mind," I stood up and went to the kitchen.

“It was on his terms. His way. But still… it counts.” Her jaw dropped, then she burst out laughing. “The mighty Marion Whitfield apologized? Oh, girl, he must be head over heels. Men like him don’t bend unless something, or someone, has them by the throat.” “Please,” I muttered, but my lips curved into a smile I couldn’t hide. She leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “So let me get this straight. Tomorrow night, your arrogant billionaire is taking you out for your birthday, the same night fireworks explode in the sky. Romantic cliché much?”

“No secrets. No lies.” She looked up at him. “I’ll still argue with you.” “Good,” he whispered. “Otherwise I’d think I fell for the wrong Milli.” She kissed him hard, crowd below screaming. Flashbulbs captured it all. The real billionaire. The girl who never needed saving. And the empire they burned down—together.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

He didn’t smile, but his eyes narrowed with interest when he saw her. Janine froze. She had expected some drunk businessman. Not… him. Theo Lucas Guevara III. The billionaire. The tech magnate. The man whose face was on magazines, whose name moved markets. He wasn’t just rich—he was powerful, influential, untouchable. What was he doing here? He said nothing at first, just gestured to the seat across from him. Janine sat, legs crossed, her fingers twitching slightly. “What’s your name?” His voice was low, smooth like velvet.

I told them, but they seemed lost in their own world, so I left them to it and headed to my room to get dressed. I can’t wait to be there. — “Good evening, ladies, welcome to our humble abode,” greeted a tall man as we arrived. He was dressed casually in white six-pocket shorts and a black V-neck shirt. On his left wrist was a Patek Philippe Gold Chronograph—a simple-looking watch, but it’s worth 6.8 million dollars, quite pricey. “Cut the crap, Lee,” Kei responded, surprising me. Not because she could talk like that, but because she knew the guy who greeted us. “Friendship, meet my business partner, Leeservian Dominic.”

Dino's POV Take Her, She's Yours I am looking at a naked woman in her own bed. And there's a seductive smile on her face, so much unlike the astonishment on my face. "Warned you, didn't I?" she says. "Not when you put it the way you did, no." "Put that down," her hand points above my head. I notice that I'm still holding her leggings in my hands. I dropped it immediately. "Now that you're here, how about we make it look like a one night stand?"