Novel & Cerita Love At First Night: The Billionaire’s First Love

I told them, but they seemed lost in their own world, so I left them to it and headed to my room to get dressed. I can’t wait to be there. — “Good evening, ladies, welcome to our humble abode,” greeted a tall man as we arrived. He was dressed casually in white six-pocket shorts and a black V-neck shirt. On his left wrist was a Patek Philippe Gold Chronograph—a simple-looking watch, but it’s worth 6.8 million dollars, quite pricey. “Cut the crap, Lee,” Kei responded, surprising me. Not because she could talk like that, but because she knew the guy who greeted us. “Friendship, meet my business partner, Leeservian Dominic.”

Alissa has already suffered through lots of things from a very early age, so she deserves a break from all of this mess. She took a deep breath and started and I was ready to hear "When I first met Eric, I did not liked him. I thought he was aggressive and rude and bossy and every arrogant word you could ever think for someone. But, the night in the club it all changed. He took me to his house and kissed me. It was the best kiss, to be honest. Although, I didn't kiss back. But I felt something. He threw me out of his house and from the next day he became so charming. He took me to an amusement park. He solved my small problems. Took me to a restaurant. He always listened to me and I started

Richard protested immediately after she dropped her statement. "I can't remember loving you, I think I was confused the day I asked you out and I am only realizing now that it was all a mistake," he stopped his lips when she was about to take a sip of her drink as her wine spilled on her blue gown. Rebecca's heart shattered at Richard's statement as she saw the lack of remorse in his eyes. He was her pride and almost all her friends had known that she was dating the perfect Richard Robertson, who is the owner of the famous SBE wine corporation. If they get separated her dreams will be shattered. She hesitated, pondering if they had run into any conflict in the past or recently but there was

Liora - POV "I have to confess," I could barely manage to whisper. Selene leaned in, curiosity written all over face. "What is it?" As my chest tightened, I inhaled deeply. "You know I am a stripper." Her face remained the same, so I continued. "Last night , I was going to do a private show. Oh boy, I was excited-had some bills due this week-and then my boss called. She apparently found another deal, and actually, a bigger one. One where some guy wants to send off a grand part of his life before he gets hitched." Dry throat, but I continued: "I went. I danced. He gave me a lot more than I've ever seen. And I.... I spend the night with him."

The morning after the Greenwich Charity Auction, I woke with a pounding headache and a heart tangled in knots that wouldn’t loosen. The emerald gown I’d worn was slung over a chair in my cramped apartment, its silk catching the faint sunlight slipping through my blinds, taunting me with last night’s fleeting glamour. Justin’s words on that balcony burned in my mind: “You’re a fucking inferno.” Sleep had been a lost cause, his hazel eyes and the heat of his hand haunting me, making my thighs clench in the dark. Love at first sight? I didn’t swallow that romantic crap, but his touch had sparked something raw—something I couldn’t shake. As I dragged myself out of bed, doubt crept in like a cold

Or a one-night mistake. Sometimes... it begins with two stubborn people who refuse to stop choosing each other. And on my part... this love story started the day I seduced my own billionaire husband.

As they both fell asleep, their pictures were flooding the tabloids with every spicy heading the journalists could come up with. Whether it was BILLIONAIRE FINDS LOVE, THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTERIOUS LADY, or the fans’ favorite: BILLIONAIRE’S LOVE WORTH HEALING. All agreed that whoever the lady was, she was the first one to captivate him in that manner. She made him show a new side of himself. **** Those are the tabloids a slightly drunk Deysha woke up to later that night. These should have been what shocked her, but did not.

His eyes were the same—sharp, kind, observant. Javier. Her breath caught in her throat. Her first love. Her only love—before everything went to hell. They’d been high school sweethearts, the dreamers who thought love was enough. But his parents had thought otherwise. He was too good for a girl like her, they said. They shipped him off to the U.S. to study medicine, and that was the end of their story. No goodbyes. Just a wound that never healed. She turned on her heel, about to head back inside before he could see her.

His eyes never left hers, filled with dark possession and profound love. That night, in their private honeymoon suite overlooking the Maldives, the ruthless billionaire made love to his wife with the perfect balance of dark passion and tender devotion. He bound her wrists with soft silk ropes, spread her open, and fucked her senseless in every hole — her dripping pussy, her tight ass, and her eager throat. He made her cum until she was hoarse and trembling, filling her with load after load of his cum. Afterward, he held her close until morning, whispering promises of the future they would build together a future of power, passion, ownership, and love.