Novel & Cerita I Hired A Billionaire Manny

You there? [I've been waiting a while, is everything okay?] [If you don't come soon, I'm leaving.] [Just so you know, the payment is non-refundable.] I blinked. My brain melted. And then, a curse slipped out. "Holy shit…" My breath hitched. "I hired a gigolo and ended up with a billionaire!" I looked at the messages, then at the video of me and Christian, then back at the messages again. Reality slammed into me like a speeding train.

“Forbes’ Youngest Billionaire, Jay Naire, Wins Another Multi-Million Dollar Investment.” My brain froze. I scrolled down. Another headline. “Jay Naire: The Tech Genius Reshaping New York’s Startup Industry.” Another one. “The Billionaire Who Built an Empire Before Thirty.” I slowly lifted my head. “H… he isn’t poor?” Lilly stared at me like I had just asked if the sky was green. “Poor?” “This man could buy half of Manhattan if he wanted.” My stomach dropped. Without thinking, I marched back to him and grabbed the swing to stop it.

3 billion dollars from. “You got someone to call you on the phone, asking you to be the government’s chief consultant… “Then you get another person to pretend that you’re a billionaire? “Are you really that impressive? “If you are, why would you need to be someone else’s kept man? There’s no need for you to be a live-in son-in-law!”

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

“It was all an accident. I messed up my resume and, well, let's just say I got the job I never meant to apply for. And I got it." “Let me get this straight. As an executive secretary, you're supposed to brew coffee, schedule meetings, and attend meetings for this billionaire who's basically a living, breathing Adonis?” “That's the thing… I don't… I mean, I've never actually seen his face. Not yet.” “Huh?” “It's seriously bizarre,” I admit. “He's like an invisible boss. Our conversations are live and audio-only, but I have no idea what he looks like. It's like he's a voice in the darkness…"

Marcus cut in, his cruel satisfied smile widening. "I'm not here to argue with you or listen to any of your demands. I'm came to deliver the terms of your little vacation." Her stomach dropped. "What terms?" He casually leaned back again, like they were talking over coffee instead of in a freezing, stinking cell. "Your boyfriend, your shiny billionaire prince charming, better be ready to cough up fifty million dollars. Cash." Samantha stared at him, certain she'd misheard. "Fifty million… what? Are you insane?"

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

"Before I forget you're an employee." The word employee hit me like a bucket of ice water. He pulled back just enough to let me go, his expression returning to that unreadable billionaire mask. He didn’t look at me as I scrambled away, my legs shaking so much that I nearly tripped over my own feet.

Liam said as he pulled the blinds. Living room "Is she awake?", Kun asked as I ended the call. "Apparently, I replied. I saw Aidan coming down the stairs. "Congratulations", Aidan said and left. I sighed and climbed the stairs. "Will your boss hurt me?", Jenna asked. "No", Liam replied. "Will you hurt me?", Jenna asked. "I dare not", Liam replied wondering why she was asking weird questions. The door opened and two men in black tuxedos entered followed by a man that looked like he was in his early twenties , he had a shoulder long white hair. His body was adorned with tattoos and his face was void of any expression. Liam bowed immediately he saw him.

“Evelyn, you have to be extra careful. I can’t bear to see you in such pain again.” As he spoke, I admired him and felt so lucky to have him. “How did you manage to pull all of this together?” I asked, knowing he’d understand what I meant. “I’m not a regular person. I’m a billionaire. I get whatever I want, whenever and however I want,” he replied with a mix of confidence and arrogance.