Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Marie’s POV Yawn. The sunlight streaming into the room reminded me of my new life. Who would have thought that I, the poor girl from yesterday, would wake up in a room like this, in a mansion like this, with $100k in my account? Honestly, if someone had told me this was going to be my life, I would have laughed in their face. Me? In a billionaire's mansion? With personal staff at my beck and call? I would have asked the person what kind of joke they were playing.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

It was more money than I’d ever dreamed of, enough to secure Katie’s future a thousand times over, enough to walk away from everything. “I’m not for sale,” I said, my mouth dry. “Everything is for sale, Sierra. Especially things trapped in gilded cages.” His eyes held a knowing glint that made my skin crawl. He saw it. He saw the cold war in our mansion, the deadness behind my public smile. “Think about it. Your own empire. True independence. No more living in the shadow of Louis’s… complicated past. A clean slate. With that capital, you could go anywhere. Be anyone.”

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

He flew back home with a heavy heart, loneliness gnawing at him, a loneliness that he knew would become a trifle worse as soon as he got back to his modest house and the sound of Taylor’s gay laughter was missing. He was yearning for companionship, but none of the very few relationships that he had tried ever seemed to work out. Now, he lived an ordinary life, and looking at him, one wouldn’t even know he was a billionaire. He actually preferred it that way. He lived in a moderately sized house with only his daughter and had a maid that came in every other day to clean. The media thought he was a recluse and had since given up on trying to find his whereabouts, but he was actually ‘hiding in

“It sounds like a good offer, but I couldn't make a decision that would affect my life and my future baby's life so easily. You have so many choices, why me?” “I observe you very closely, you are not curious and you don't meddle in other people's affairs, that is what I need in a wife, I believe when we are together, you will not cause me any trouble.” I thought for a moment, then asked, "Why do you need a wife and a baby, you know, you're a billionaire, our world is so different, I'm afraid I'll be in danger when I become your wife.” I had heard that there were a lot of billionaires who had close ties to the mafia. Not long ago Matthew was in a car accident, heaven knows if it was a real ac

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

Now that I thought about it, the ride back home in Ace's car had been really tense. And he thought I'd live with him? "You weren't thinking about committing...suicide, were you?" Her voice dropped to a whisper as she sat down beside me. I gave her an odd look at that. "Why would I do that?" She shrugged, partly relieved. "You were quite stressed ouy today." I shook my head at that. I was definitely stressed out. But tat didn't mean I'd take my own life just because my grandfather was in coma. And a really hot guy had asked me to live with him. Who also happened to be a billionaire.

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Another chuckle escapes my mouth. From here, we get to exchange pleasantries with Adrian's cousins. "They are very nice people!" I whisper into his ear. He blushes. "Thanks," he mutters. "They were very excited when I told them I was bringing them to meet you, they live here. They love this place so much." "Really, do they easily get out of here?" He smirks, making me a little bit embarrassed, not kind of normal like there's something he knows I don't know. It isn't my fault either, it's my first time living close to a billionaire and having a clue of how life goes around them.