Her Wild Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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?"

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 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.

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.