Her Wild Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Norah faked a blush because Sisi’s eyes were fixed on her face, searching for something… then Sisi stepped forward and pulled the edge of her top down. And froze. ‘It’s not like what I heard. If it’s not that old man… then who was it?’ she thought, staring at Norah in disbelief. One of her friends said she saw the vice president of the hotel with a girl at the back, and she was sure because that vice president was rich… but seeing several hickeys on her neck was another story. It meant she was naked with someone, and the information she heard didn’t match. “Who…” she started, then her voice turned sharp. “Who did you sleep with last night?”

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

"Elise, my wife, our daughter found out her poor boyfriend is a billionaire. She ran into rain. I told him to buy 1000 roses from your shop." Elise, on the other side, holding baby Rose - no, holding pregnant belly? No, Rose was 20 now, but Elise was holding white roses for her mother-in-law's garden - screamed: "ETHAN BLACKWOOD! YOU TOLD HIM TO DO THE RAIN SCENE?! AGAIN?! THAT'S OUR SCENE! YOU CAN'T GIVE OUR SCENE TO EVERYONE!" "It's not our scene anymore, my wife. It's family tradition." And outside, in the rain, Rose Carter-Blackwood, 20, who hated billionaires, was running, crying, in Shoreditch, while a boy in a £2,500 hoodie chased her with one Tesco w hite rose, because he couldn't af

She was about to run out the door when Richard stood in her way. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I’ll find out. Until then, keep your mouth shut” Richard said, his voice laced with arrogance. Then he reached for a checkbook and pen, he wrote something and then handed it to her ”here, five million. Consider it…compensation” she collected it, tore it and threw it in his face. “No one wants your damn money”, she pushed him out of her way and she left.

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...

She slept with a man who she doesn't know. Thinking about it now, Everette wonders whether she was drunk or drugged. But who would drug her? Almost all the guests at her bachelorette party are her friends, co-workers and high school friends. She is one kind hearted girl and doesn't treat people less than they are. She is pretty nice to everyone so no one would actually have a bad and evil mindset against her.

"Oh come on. You are not a baby anymore, you should understand this without stress." She waved dismissively like it was nothing. "Let's not pretend, this isn't new anymore." Her voice became louder, now drawing attention of those close to us, exactly as she intended, always wanting to play the victim card. When in real life, she's very horrible. "You married a billionaire and escaped being homeless." Several nearby guests exchanged uncomfortable glances the moment she said that. I felt heat rising inside me, not embarrassment, and honestly, there was nothing I could do then not to get Dave angry with me. I was boiling with anger, but I had everything in check. I glanced around me, only to se

"Nothing in return? Uncle, she planned it all! She got billions! That was the return!" "She got those billions because that is what your father wanted! Because out of everyone in this world, she was the only one who was faithful!" Roberto approached and pointed at Henry’s chest. "Listen to me, Henry. If you continue this beastly behavior toward that woman, you won't just lose shares. You'll lose a Godfather, too. Fix yourself before you are completely consumed by the darkness in your heart."

Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me." In that tender yet electrifying moment, I surrendered to him. The night unfolded like a fever dream—passionate, surreal, and overwhelmingly intense. Lucas, with his chiseled abs, defined muscles, and the effortless confidence of a man who owned the world, transformed that night into something extraordinary. I almost forgot that he had been nothing more than a one-night stand not long ago; now he was the richest billionaire, a man whose touch redefined pleasure.

My heart was pounding by the time I finished. Oh my God. Gosh Az, you have good eyes. Who knew that the first guy I'll set my eyes on is a fucking billionaire. Not only that but he's the eldest Young master in the Creeds family! Their family is one of the richest in this generation and I dare offended him? I stared at his pictures and noticed he usually appears on occasions with a lady. Could she be his girlfriend? I shook my head, I could tell he's single from our conversation earlier. After a long while, I shut down the system and sighed. What should I do now? I need to find a way to ruin dad's plan, I can't just get married to a person I don't know. I just can't!