Millonario Novels & Stories

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

"That is way more complicated!" "I can handle complicated Solano," "Ok. When I'm out alone, the only thing that can be gotten out of it are stories about another widower billionaire in mourning or stuff?" "Wait! Did you just say billionaire?" "Honey you should know that." Solano said with a sly grin. "I knew you're rich but billionaire?" "What did you think multimillionaire meant?" "Having lots of millio... Oh! I get it now." "Maybe I should get you a tutor too." He joked,

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

Or getting anything to any billionaire. However, life has its own rules and I am stuck where I didn't want to be in the first place. Shawn, the guy who was driving his car cleared his throat just to get my attention. When his heated glare was burning the holes in my head. "Ms Ashley calm down, I know this must be a very hard time for you, but we do not have any choice either! To save the pride of the Country's most powerful Billionaire you have to join his company and tell everyone in the public if any paparazzi ever ask you so- you would say you work in his company and that was just an accidental encounter! And nothing else not even a word against his pride otherwise you do not want to know

"Yes, but I had Donna on my side, she found previous girlfriends, and spoke to her previous bosses, between that, and what my lawyer pulled out of her, it was settled out of court." "You paid her." "Yes." "Why?" "I have money, I did pay more attention to my writing than her, so I figured I did owe her." "That's bullshit," Addie said. "Maybe, and Donna would agree with you, but I felt better for it." She opened one eye to look at Addie. "You?" "Me what?" Addie tried to avoid the question. "Why are you single?" Blake asked. "Or is it the whole water hole incident, did it scar you for life?"

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

It can't be. There might have been a mixed up somewhere, it can't be the same Michael Milan. The ruthless and cold-hearted billionaire? The Forbes second richest man in the world? That Micheal Milan? Maybe they only share the same name. "You have the same name as that of the popular tech billionaire, Micheal Milan." I told him. He smiled and brought my face close to his, his eyes searching mine. "Do you believe in coincidence? Because I don't believe in coincidence darling." He told me.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement every time I placed a bet. But then, something unexpected happened. As the final hand was dealt, the game master turned to me with a wide smile. “Congratulations, Noah. You’ve just won one million dollars.” The world seemed to stop for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. A million dollars?

"What do you want? I asked, ready to do anything to be away from his presence " I want you, I really do" " 500 dollars for every night I spend with you " I struggled to contain the rage burning through me. " I do not accept " " One million dollars " he grinned. " Even if you offer me five hundred million dollars, I'll not have anything to do with you.. what do you take me for? "I'm not cheap like the other girls you sleep with, I do not want you or your money" "Really? He smirked.