Love Under The Billionaire's Gavel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

"Did you hear what your father said? We both know Raphael can't take care of his own self, how do you intend to spend your life with such a person, huh? You are not a child anymore. Act like an adult that you are Elyna! Without hesitation, I jumped onto my feet and looked my mom dead in the eye, and professed my love for Raphael, as tears crept from my eyelids. "I love Raphael, with every being of me, even though he is not as wealthy as Mr.Dubois, or financially stable, I still and will continue to love him, my love for him is not based on financial interests". Mom picks up her walking aid and gathers the strength to get out of my bed. As her visage transforms into a non-emotional state, her

What went wrong? “For all of you?” I ask. We are more than eight in number. Did he get a gold class ticket for everyone? “Yes! For all of us,” Lisa corrects me. Well of course he did. He is of course CEO Lorenzo. The billionaire of New York City. “Uhmmm…honey, I can’t go.” Whatever his plan is, I won’t be part of it. He can’t just make my family so happy just to tear them in pieces. I don’t want them thinking we are perfect. I don’t want them to think we are okay. I want them to see the changes, so when telling them about the divorce it won’t be so shocking.

I breathed deeply, “Tell me Aajx, you saw me at my worst, and you’re willing to take me?” He nodded, “Yes, why not? I love you.” “But that is not enough reason for you to drop all your responsibilities there and go here in the tiny little province and let me enslave you.” He chuckled, “Enslave me? No, you’re not, I am doing it willingly, courting you….and no one forced me here alright? IT is purely my decision. Letting you order me around is alright for me, as long as I prove my love to you. I am a slave for your love afterall.”

“Just the beautiful ones.” And just like that I snapped out of my trance and was back to reality. I was back in the elevator and before me, was the infamous playboy billionaire, Kareem Finnegan. Ding! “Have a good day Mr. Finnegan,” I hurried out of the elevator; without looking back for a second, I made my way to my car and drove off. --------------------------------- La Creperie always smelt like spring and roast duck.

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

“I didn’t need presents because I’m not dirt poor like y’all.” “Funny, because he gave her a gift even your father doesn’t have. Now, fucking repeat after me: Douglas gave July here a fucking yacht as part of the numerous gifts he gave her after their wedding.” “What??” “Oh my God!” “Unbelievable!” “Mr. Douglas is so generous” “I think he loves his new wife more.” “Shut up! All of you, keep your poverty-stricken mouth shut!” She screamed, losing her composure completely. I think the side talks really got to her.

The sound was rich and melodious, pleasing to the ears and soothing to the heart. This Nathan is not the one I married, definitely not the one. Strangely, I prefer this chatty and easily accessible Nathan. The cold aura that surrounded him seemed to have crumbled, and his non-expressionless face seemed to show a glint of mischief and amusement. I don't know what he is planning, but whatever that is, it's getting me to rethink my choice of divorcing him. Maybe we could work things out with this version of Nathan. The car jolted to a stop at the entrance of the mall, displaying the grand entrance of a billionaire husband who wants to spend on his wife.

one of them hisses. “Trust me. I know.” I smirk. “He loves it the most when I’m terrible.” “Hush, he’s up!” another one of them hisses as my sexy-as-hell husband strolls onto the stage. “Five million dollars,” I call out before the bidding can even begin. I don’t need the auctioneer to list off all the wonderful things about Gavin. I know he’s a good man that’s worth so much more than even that bid. The crowd bursts into laughter. Craven Cove is used to our antics.

"Yes, Lovelina. She’s my best friend/ sister who really needs love and guidance. Her husband’s upset with her and has given her the cold shoulder. He is avoiding her like the plague. She is in desperate need.” Anastasia was flustered by the depiction that Adeline gave to a stranger. She tried to interrupt. “No, I’m fine. I really don’t need any guidance.” Lovelina gave her a once-over and raised an eyebrow. “Oh honey, you sure do.” She shook her head dramatically, looking both disappointed and amused. “No offence, darling, but you look like an overworked and underpaid slave of capitalism. No wonder your husband’s ignoring you so well.” She turned to Adeline, raising her perfectly manicured f