Mills & Boon Books Novels & Stories

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

Her fists were balled on her hips as she approached her—until she spotted it. A folder on the glass coffee table, spread neat, out for her. Shivering when she opened it. Her trembling fingers. And what was inside it that was held? It changed her entire world. The Evidence – A Love Built on Lies There had been pictures in the folder. Dozens. Axel and the other women. Laughing. Smiling. Trapped. Audrey's breath caught in mid-air. Her eyes blazed as she turned the pages, worse than the others.

I leaned toward one of them and said, "I want the best pieces in her size. Clothes, shoes, bags. Everything." Val turned sharply. "Adrian? What are you doing? I don’t need…" "Shhh," I said softly, smiling down at her. "Just follow me, that's your job." The boutique had a sitting area with velvet chairs and a glass table. A waitress came over and served us two glasses of chilled wine without even asking. I handed one to Valentine "Drink, relax, and let them do the work." She sat back with a sigh, but I noticed her eyes darting around from one place to another in disbelief. There was a spark in them that I hadn’t seen before and It made something inside me soften.

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

Feeling too weak and battered to raise myself properly from the bed, I lazily reached out for my phone on the other side of the bed, the side Fynn was supposed to be occupying but was currently cold and empty except for my phone. Who was sending me so many messages? I wondered as I unlocked the phone and was just about to check my messages when a particular notification caught my eye. Leaving the messages and the messenger for later, I hurriedly clicked on the news notification. The speed at which I raised myself from the bed had me moaning in pain once again. The throbbing returned full force, but I was determined to go through with reading this news. The caption read like this: ‘The CEO of

A hostess greeted me with a polished smile, her gaze sweeping over me with polite curiosity. “I’m here to meet someone,” I said nervously. “Of course,” she said, her tone impeccable. “May I have your name or the name of your party?” “Antonius Rockwell,” I replied, and the name felt foreign on my tongue, heavy with significance. Her smile didn’t waver as she checked her list and then nodded. “Right this way, ma’am.” As she led me through the lavish dining area, I couldn’t help but notice the opulence around me—the crystal chandeliers, the pristine white tablecloths, the soft clinking of silverware. Everything here screamed luxury, a far cry from the simple life I had always known.