Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

A smile broke across his face—one I had never seen before. I was curious. Really curious about who she was. Everyone’s expression changed immediately as she approached. She swayed confidently in a short gown, long legs moving gracefully. She looked petite and pretty, her long hair flowing behind her. It was clear that everyone knew her—everyone except me… and maybe Sarah. “Who is she?” I blurted out without thinking. J turned and locked eyes with me. “She’s Mira. My mistress,” he said with a lazy smirk.

Damian said. The woman laughed, then touched the spoiled chest area in front of her face. “How should I pay you? I don't think twenty million of foundation money is enough to enjoy this golf course." Almeera's beautiful bead now looked at each other with Damian. No rejection, as usual, It was clear that he was in big trouble. Namely, thinking about the fate of some employees in the cleaning department who are skinny.

I watched as she took two slow steps forward and then stopped, tilting her head back and then further back. “Oh wow,” she finally breathed. “This is…” “Subtle, right?” I teased. “You definitely weren’t playing,” she said, turning in a slow circle as she took in everything all at once. “When you said this guy is rich rich? I thought you were exaggerating. I see now that you were, in fact, underselling it.” “Like I said, he owns Obsidian now, so there is that.” I said,

They greeted me, and I smiled at them. We walked into the restaurant and damn! it was so beautiful, well furnished and so spacious. Mikhail was indeed a billionaire. Maybe he was not even exaggerating about being the richest...but what about Bill Gates and the other rich men. "Good afternoon Mr. Mazza, and Ms....." "Mrs. Mazza." Mikhail completed and the waitress's eyes widened. "Mrs. Mazza." She completed and coughed. "I'm so sorry Ma'am. What can I get for you both?" She asked.

"So, what do you say? Will you make it yours?" The live chat was buzzing with more excitement. [No way she should buy that. Only an idiot would fall for it.] [Exactly. We can practically hear you counting your cash from here.] [Hold on, Madeline looks like she's actually considering it. She's not seriously thinking about buying, is she?] [Wait a second... Does Madeline even have 7.5 million dollars?] [Madeline's the Mrs. Gibson from the Gibson Group, isn't she? 7.5 million dollars should be chump change for her.]

Edwin cooed, and I sighed. “Fine then. Just for tonight,” I said, and they nodded happily. “One question though, who is this billionaire?” They exchanged looks as I waited for their answer. “He is a popular and mysterious billionaire.” Maven answered. I hummed. “And who is this popular and mysterious billionaire?” I blinked at them. “It's a surprise.”

"Promise me." I didn't answer right away. I sat there with it, turning it over in my head the way I used to do before I stopped thinking things through altogether. Then I let out a slow breath. It was obvious from the time he showed up at the auction to bid that heirloom for Giselle that she was special to him. Joseph Macmillan, the mysterious billionaire every woman craved, wanted his younger brother’s wife. "Okay." He pulled the chair from the desk and sat across from me, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, his voice dropping low and even.

Quietly. A small theft, but maybe the most important one of my life. I unfold the sheet now, tracing the columns with my finger. Some names I know; some I don’t. Then my gaze lands on one figure, one number so high it almost looks misprinted. $18.7 million. Whoever owes that much isn’t just in trouble; they’re practically begging for an exit. And maybe I can offer one. So I could get Mikhail's weak point in return. If only I could find them.

Lucas walked toward the private elevator. The doors opened automatically. Before entering, he looked back at the residence. Three billion dollars. The highest property in Hilton Estate. Completely renovated. Completely private. And completely controlled by the man the world knew only as Milord. The doors closed. Lucas smiled. The Morgan fortune was gone. But his new life was only beginning.

“I don't like repeating myself woman.” I stared at him. "Who are you?" He took a deep breath, looked me ib the eye and spoke with undaunting confidence. "I am Adrian Sebastian." My heart came close to a stop. I knew him, his name actually. The billionaire CEO of Sebastian Industries. Ruthless, powerful, cold Adrian. And he was offering to make me his mistress. "look, I need a lot of money, I.." “How much are we talking about? I am sure it's a drop in the bucket" He sneered.