Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

I rose to my feet, staring blankly at Roshan. His gaze never wavered from mine—silent and unwavering. I turned around, about to take my leave— “Here’s my card if you change your mind,” he said, tossing his business card toward me. Then he stood up and left. It was his attitude for me. Of course, he had to act like the billionaire he was. One part of me wanted to take the card, but the other stood firm on walking away. The crazy part of it all? I was carrying his child.

He pressed his thumb against the biometric scanner, and the doors slid open. I stepped inside. The elevator was private. Of course it was. "Do you live in a penthouse?" I asked. He nodded, glancing at his phone. "My wife and I do." The elevator began moving. "You'll be a floor below us," he added. I stared at him for a moment. A floor below. Why the hell had I expected a shabby, cramped apartment in the first place? Bash is a billionaire. Alexander King was apparently another billionaire. Everyone in my life seemed to have an unhealthy relationship with money.

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

It’s empty and silent except for the hum of the city far below. I kick off my Louboutins and pad to the massive windows. The sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Somewhere out there, Marcus is probably in a holding cell or at least being questioned by federal agents. Vivienne is watching her influencer career crumble. My parents are probably trying to figure out how to salvage their reputation. And I’m here. In a billionaire’s penthouse. Wearing designer clothes and a two-million-dollar ring. Living a life that doesn’t feel like mine.

He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never for once thought because he was rich he could oppress people with his wealth. _____ The moment he entered the house was when Alexa was done with Topaz and his breath got hitched in his throat as he could not understand what and who he was starting at. She was heavily endowed with beauty and her dimples didn't make it any easier as she smiled an unwavering s

He says As we start moving to the cafeteria in the office building. "So how does it feel living with a billionaire? You didn't even bother calling me. At first I was worried about how your insemination went and the next thing I see is my best friend who's an independent career woman getting married to a hot sexy italian billionaire."He says with a shocked look on his face. "I mean I was shocked, Because he swore never to get married"He says..

“Well, I guess you didn’t miss a couple thousand since you’re a millionaire.” “Billionaire,” she whispers. “Billionaire? Man, to see how the other half lives.” “Like regular people, just in better houses,” she says. “And better cars, more vacations.” “Hmm. But we’re still people—with joys and problems, just like you.” “Problems? Like what—your favorite restaurant’s booked?” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Look, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just hard to see what problems a billionaire could have.”

Not in a mean way, more like a reaction to my disbelief kind of way. “Yes, billion with a ‘b’. So, if Bronx wants to buy you an apartment in Paris, or if he wants to take you to Bora Bora for a week, or rent out a theater so you can see a Broadway show together, let him. He has never had someone to share his life with before. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, Kas. Please let him. I know you have no intention of taking advantage of him. We all know. You have been through too much together for that to be the case. Soon enough you’ll be making your own money and you can find ways to spoil him in your own ways too.” She rubs my forearm and smiles. It takes me another minute to proces

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.