Love Under The Billionaire's Gavel Novels & Stories

She gives unbearable pain to him today. Tears were hiding somewhere in my eyes, you taught them to weep. No! He is not going to seat here in his miseries. He is Maan Singhal. The Great Business Man. He can get her by hook or crook now. Yes, it is going to happen like this only. She is his. Only his, His Darling...he cannot let her go. He will get her. He smirks evilly as his evil side overpowers his all goodness.

She pulled out the top sheet of paper and began to read its contents. (To Shasha ... Congratulations! You suddenly became a billionaire, hehe. Are you shocked ?, please calm down, I still have a thousand secrets that will make you even more shocked) Shasha read the first part of the sentence with furrowed brows. Shocked? Is there anything more surprising than being an heir in one night? Getting lots of properties and money deposits that even the zero numbers make her heads dizzy?. (Before knowing the other shocking thing, I hope you pray first, so that your heart is still healthy after you know everything. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and make

“I’m here to save my family. If that means asking for your help, then yes.” A shadow of amusement flickered in his eyes. “Honesty. Rare.” He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “Your company is drowning. Your debts exceed your assets. Any sane investor would let you sink. But I…” His gaze lingered on her, assessing, dissecting. “…I don’t do charity. I make deals.” Elena swallowed. “What kind of deal?” The corner of his mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper. “Marriage.”

“He’s not supposed to get close enough to hurt me. It’s just a contract.” Valeria raised a brow. “You’re signing up to be the wife of a billionaire for three months, pretend or not. That’s not a contract, honey. That’s an emotional hunger game.” City lights smeared across the windshield like rivers of melted gold. Charles rode in the back of his black Bentley, quiet and dark, his face ghosting spindly in the glass. The contract was tucked under his coat like a cocked pistol. His jaw was set. Mind racing. Every possible loophole, risk, and proviso coursed through him like fire ants.

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

However, the small kiss over my head brought me to the present making me see the love in his eyes. “I met him today. He is the fiance of my client whose wedding I am planning. Anger surged through me by seeing him, I wanted to make him pay for the pain he gave me, but I stopped. I admire the women he is marrying. It is unfair that she is involved with Drew, as she left to answer a call, his eyes roamed over my body hastily and he had the guts to place my hand over his hard-on. I was disgusted by the actions, and so I crushed his boner like a paper ball unfazed by the pain that masked his face. I left him with an ultimatum to tell his fiancé the truth, or I would. I hate him for being the pla

“And if you lose the company, you will also lose your father’s inheritance; the house, the shares, the money, everything baby. Think about it.” It seems like the floor just disappeared under my feet. “You can’t do that. You won't do that.” I sound helpless now. She smiles. “I can, because legally, I control everything until you are married.” she replies mildly. I stare at her in shock. “You’re lying.” She shrugs, unbothered. “You can ask the lawyer if you don’t believe me.” Chloe stands up and crosses the room in a few strides, toward the door. “Think carefully, sister,” she smiles. “Marriage to a billionaire doesn’t sound so bad.” She winks at me and leaves.

my world had fallen apart two years before when my parents died in that fire and Alexander's father had offered me a lifeline wrapped in a contract: Marry Alexander for five years, play the perfect wife, help stabilize the Harrington empire after some scandal I didn't understand In return I'd get financial security and a chance to rebuild my life. It seemed simple then, just five years and I'd be free. But that was before I fell pregnant, before Julian came into the world, before everything got so complicated I can't see a way out anymore. I remember standing in that beautiful Vera Wang gown, feeling like a fraud as hundreds of guests smiled and took photos. The ceremony was perfect, the rec

Then explain it to me! He gazed at me—and really looked at me—and something in him changed. "This wedding. it's a sham. Selene and me? It's all about finances. She guaranteed my dad's company would make it through if I cooperated." My gut roiled. "And you went along with it? At first, yes. But then I met you." He cleared his throat. "You made me feel like I could breathe again." The admission hung between them like storm clouds.