Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Come on, you can tell me Kathy, I won't judge.” “The guy I'm seeing,” she begins, to which I nod. “He's like a big deal or something so he doesn't want to go to public places with me because in his defense, the paparazzi won't let me carry out a single daily task without hounding me.” “Who are you dating, a superstar?” “Similar,” she laughs. “He's a umm, a self made millionaire but he comes from old money so he's a billionaire heir. The bastard is painfully handsome but I don't care about his money, I'm a millionaire heiress too.”

Emma watched as her friend, Lady Clara, bid her goodbye at the front door of her lavish mansion. As she walked away, Emma couldn't help but feel envious of her friend's life. Clara had it all - a luxurious home, a handsome husband, and a life of wealth and privilege. But Emma couldn't help but wonder why Alexandro, the ruthless mafia billionaire, had chosen to marry Clara and not her. As she walked down the street, Emma's thoughts turned to Alexandro. She had always been drawn to the dark and mysterious, and Alexandro certainly fit the bill. She had met him several times at social events, and he had always intrigued her with his brooding demeanor and his piercing gaze.

I replied, and she nodded, still cautious. “From what I know, billionaires prefer to spend their holidays in more luxurious and busy places than a simple small town in the countryside where even their black card won't work,” she commented, hinting that she hadn't believed I was there just in passing. This April woman was smart, you could tell, and it seemed like she wouldn't go to bed for anything. “As much as you may not believe it, this town has potential,” I replied to her. “Ahem, I know, yes…” she murmured, clearly not satisfied and still suspicious. I was sure she would continue to pick on me for much longer from now on.

Men were scum to me and I'm still standing on that word. “Miss Sandra, you have a meeting with Mr. Gabriel today and he's one of our best clients.” She said and I sighed. "What time is it?" I asked, grabbing an apple and biting on it. “10 a.m, Miss.” She replied and I hummed okay in response. “I will be there in a minute. Do we have any problem?” I inquired while she sighed. “No ma'am, but…” She kept mute for a minute and continued. “It’s nothing, miss.” She said and I frowned before ending the call.

I clarify to him without him asking. “Shall we go now?” he asks grumpily. “Go where?” “Did you forget you were supposed to come at mine for my time you wasted today?” he says already walking out of the door leaving me and Elli back. Twenty minutes later, we are packed in a spacious parking lot, with about seven most expensive cars and two bikes. I looked at the place in awww knowing that all these belonged to Miles. That not being a surprising thing since the dude is a billionaire. In front of me stood a mansion, I aaawed more at that since it’s one of the best designed mansions I have come across.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening. A bitter scoff broke through the silence. "How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust. Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."

If he said her kidney wasn’t needed for now, then Regina had no way to force the issue. At 7 p.m., Bellatrix arrived at the club Cillian had specified—Mystique. Mystique was Miami’s most infamous pleasure club. To enter, one had to be a member. And members were required to have a net worth of over one billion dollars. No exceptions, no matter your fame or power. Bellatrix walked through the corridors, glancing at couples openly engaged in sexual acts. Her stomach twisted with tension. She knew what entering this place meant. She pushed open the door of the VIP room—and saw Cillian and a man, each holding a nearly naked woman in their arms.

"Who is your master? He must be very rich, otherwise, how can he afford the dress, the necklace and the shoes? These are at least worth more than 3 million." The guests ask me and comment on my appearance. "Yes, he is very much. Fortunately, he is old and ugly. Moreover, he is in poor health." The guests are surprised. "Who is he?" "A rich and unhealthy old man... Who can he be?" "Miss Miller, please come upstairs."