Her Wild Night With The Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

Liam's hand cupped my face, examining where my mother had struck me. "I'm fine." But I wasn't. I was shaking, tears threatening despite my determination to remain composed. "We can leave—" "No." I straightened my spine. "We stay. We smile. We dance. We show everyone that their judgment doesn't touch us." His expression softened with something like wonder. "You're extraordinary." "I'm stubborn." I managed a smile. "There's a difference." He led me onto the dance floor as the orchestra began a waltz, and suddenly we were the center of attention in a different way—not as scandal, but as spectacle. Liam Hawthorne, ruthless billionaire, holding his pregnant wife with reverent tenderness while soc

7 Billion Net Worth. Bella froze, her hand still gripping his cock. “Lucian… you’re a billionaire?” She climbed off him quickly, snatching the sheet to cover herself. Her eyes widened further as she noticed the date and headlines. “And you were supposed to get married today? Who the hell is Victoria?” Panic surged through her. She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her ruined wedding gown from the floor and clutching it against her body. “This is too much. I need to go home.

I responded desperately. “Spend the night with me.” His voice descended with a tremble, and my eyes widened with shock. “$10 million! Spend the night with me, and the money is yours.” He added, and I froze. Silence hovered over the atmosphere with everyone frozen at the same spot they stood. $10 million! My mind drifted off as the doctor's words from this afternoon came flooding down my memory. Your mother needs surgery right away, or she won't make it past tomorrow!!!

She shouldn’t have to hide like that. I remembered every second of that night. The way she had bumped into me on purpose. The practiced movement of her fingers slipping toward my pocket. The shock in her eyes when I caught her. Then the heat. The way she had followed me to the suite even though fear rolled off her in waves. The strip tease I had demanded. The way she had submitted, stubborn defiance in her glare even as she peeled off that black dress. The way she had come apart under me, gasping and trembling, her body gripping mine like she had never felt anything so good. And then the empty bed in the morning. The missing cash.

She whispered, and I rolled my eyes. “He’s dying but marrying me off to a stranger” I scoffed. “Babe, I’m so happy for you. At Least you have a father that cares about you even on sick bed.” “I already signed the document and obviously it’s happening on Saturday” I groaned. “And that’s why I’m here. We are going on a shopping spree and also…” She stood up and turned around happily. “We are having a girls night. Atleast enjoy one more night of being single before that rich billionaire gets to fuck you.” She giggled happily.

I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back,

Layla said, nodding her head in satisfaction. "That's about enough Chase fucking Sinclair talk to last me the year. Let's talk about something else." Sofia said, ending the line of that conversation. "Talk about something like what?" I asked. "Let us talk about the fact that Danielle here mentioned that Adrian Valentino has a very luxurious yacht that even she, his wife, knew nothing about." Sofia said. "In my defence, I don't know anything else about that man, except for the fact that he is a Valentino, he is the most powerful man in New York City, and he is my husband who I did and do not want to be married to." I said.

Zack whispered, taking her hand. “It’s just simple,” Amy said, blushing. “Simple but absolutely gorgeous,” Zack replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.” In the car, Zack couldn’t stop smiling as he drove. Amy, on the other hand, couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your plan, Hon? Why do you seem more excited than I am?” Zack smirked. “It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” When they arrived, Amy was surprised to see where Zack had brought her—a private rooftop adorned with lights and candles, offering a stunning view of the city at night. In the center was a table elegantly set up, perfect for a special occasion.

The night she had made that confession. The second picture was of Robert and Natalia. It was taking on the day of their flash wedding. I instantly frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" I growled as my eyes scanned the content of the message faster. Then I saw it. The caption. 'Natalia Carson— the dirty billionaire’s daughter who sleeps with two brothers.' "Fuck!" I growled as my heart began to race. This was bad. Very bad. I started scrolling faster and as I got to the end of the message, my blood froze at Lila's closing note.