Her Wild Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“What? You’re a whole wife now, sis. Tonight is not for guests. Tonight is for legs in the air, white sheets and billionaire blessings.” I choked on my breath. “Please stop...” “Nope,” she said gleefully. “You’ve suffered enough. It’s time for holy matrimony with some unholy activities. I’ll come over tomorrow. With wine. And full gist d******d.” I was still laughing when the call ended, shaking my head. If only she knew my “wedding night” involved a luxury penthouse and... absolutely no groom. **** The moment I stepped into Nathan Blake’s penthouse, the reality of it hit me.

Or maybe… I’m just the unlucky exception. So yeah… after Dante, I gave up on men. Especially the charming ones. Especially the powerful ones. Especially the ones who thought good dick could excuse bad behavior. And Unfortunately, Elise’s idea of healing didn’t involve therapy. It involved lashes, leather, and a ride to the most exclusive club in the city, Noir. "You need to remember what it’s like to be wanted," she said, tugging the zipper up the back of my dress like she was sheathing a weapon. "Let someone make you forget your own name for one night."

Emily's POV: As I opened the door to the house, my head was spinning. Everything happened so fast. First, I got rejected at the company. Then, I was at the hospital crying. Then, out of nowhere, the man I’d had a one-night stand with suddenly appeared. He's apparently a filthy rich billionaire. And now, somehow, I was supposed to get married to him tomorrow at some place called Sparkle Green Hotel. Sounded like one of those fancy, five-star places I’d only ever seen in movies.

Elena looked like her eyes might pop out of her head. “Yeah.” Laura shrugged, pleased to have the upper hand in the conversation for a moment. “Did I not mention that last time?” Elena swatted her from across the table. “No! No, you did not mention a billionaire asked you out on a date today. Or that you had a one-night-st--” Laura coughed loudly and looked pointedly at a very interested Ivy. “A one-night date at the museum with a billionaire!” Laura amended. “To be fair, I didn't know he was a billionaire at the museum,” Laura replied. “I only figured it out after I googled him when he didn't call me back.”

she said not eager to dampen her mood. "What about Miles?" Kelly asked, unconsciously looking forward to seeing him. She wasn't even aware that she had shed every bit of wariness against him. Instead,she was happily welcoming him. Layla knew but she didn't make mention of it, incase she changes her mind. "He went on a business trip but he would be back soon," she responded as she peeled the apples diligently. "What does Miles do?" Kelly asked which made Layla pause involuntarily. She knew where this matter was going to,so she decided to hide the fact that he was Miles Brooks,the influential billionaire as her mind wouldn't be at peace.

It was only yesterday that she truly found out about the man’s identity. He belonged to the Azhe, the wealthiest family in the capital, and was at the helm of Dice Financial Group, which had drawn the attention of the world. The man, Weston Azhe, had an absolutely noble status since birth. She never wanted to get involved with him whatsoever. There seemed to be a vast chasm separating him and her. They belonged to two worlds, and it was difficult to cross over to the other. They absolutely did not have a future together. She replied, “I know that.”

She noticed people staring at her and some of them were whispering stuff to each other but she chose to ignore them. Well who was to blame when the wife of a Well known billionaire was doing her own grocery shopping. Something she had to convince Damian to let her do. He had insisted she ordered everything and have it delivered but after a lot of persuasion from her side he decided to let her go. After paying for everything, Maya walked out with a two bags full of grocery and she told outside patiently waiting for a cab.

Liam said, turning her over, being upon her and lowering her panties with his teeth, "the ruthless billionaire got married to a clueless girl, who now, he cannot help but worship." He ripped her panties with his hands and his head was lost between her legs. His tongue met her skin. There was a spark of goodness, then the electrifying sensations began. "You haven't agreed yet!" Elena cried, twisting, but he held her down, laughing into her. Finally exhausted with pleasure, Elena threw her head back and calmed down, the tears in her eyes. One name on her lips. Liam Hemsworth. Her ruthless billionaire boss, now turned husband. The end.

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

★★ “Look, I do not know if you like virgins or I would save myself for you. Now, I can’t go back and make everything right. There is only one way you can feel great is to move away from me and send your bodyguard in search of a virgin girl,” Julia calmly uttered, as to be careful not to provoke him when she saw him go berserk whenever he was mad. She only read in books how much billionaires loved virgin women who they played and then eventually fell in love with.