Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

A thought crossed her mind: was Monique really a mistress? Out of curiosity, she dashed out to follow her. ‘He had to be an old guy with a huge beer belly,’ Cindy thought with a sneer. Only then did she feel at peace. Cindy watched her walk toward a blue Maserati. It was a limited-edition car; only a handful of those models could be found globally. Those who could afford to drive that car had to be filthy rich or someone important in B City. Was Monique really a mistress to an old man? How rich was he? How did she meet one?

He swirled a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, looking every bit the ruthless, untraceable Ghost Billionaire. ​Across from him, Arthur Cole sat reviewing financial reports on a tablet. ​"The boarding house in Rome has been prepped for your arrival, Boss," Arthur said, setting the tablet down. "The Italian syndicate directors are waiting. But tell me... does Chairwoman Miller have any idea who is sitting next to her at dinner every night?" ​Oliver took a slow sip of his drink, staring out at the sea of white clouds. "None. To Vivian, I am just a quiet substitute husband whose father used to work for you."

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ

The man lifted both hands in surrender, still smiling, though more carefully now. I remained behind Reign, half concealed by his broad frame, still trying to ignore the fact that he had not let go of my hand. To distract myself, I let my gaze wander around the corridor. The place looked as though luxury had been given human arrogance and told to decorate itself. Cream walls blended with dark wooden accents, pendant lights glowed softly over polished furniture, and every visible detail carried the kind of precision that only obscene wealth could afford. Even the silence inside the mansion felt expensive. A trillion dollars suddenly no longer sounded fictional.

“I’m not saying these don’t taste good, it’s just too unfamiliar.” “Too bad Deib isn’t a cheap city,” Charles told her. Stella scoffed, throwing her a cold glare and started eating her food silently. That guy really likes to slap it to her face that he is a damn billionaire. Who cares if he is? He can’t bring that money in heaven. Tch! “By the way…” “What?” She glares at him again, her face grouchy. “What the hell is your problem? You’re looking like you’re going to eat me too!”

It has been thirty minutes since she arrived. Her boss told her that he will follow. But he didn’t show up yet. She faced mixed emotions. Fear, hunger, delighted, and lost. While she was waiting, she already took down notes, writing the highlight of her exposé. She read it. The Billionaire and The Trans By: K.Robbins The sizzling hot billionaire was seen dating a beautiful transgender woman in Aqua Condominium! He booked room number 069 in Presidential Suite. The affair was not yet made to the public. But it seemed that the billionaire was having a fun time with her.

A balding man approached the table with two bodyguards. " Mr Xavier! Good Afternoon!" Jaxon and John said in unison. " Have you been waiting long?" The man asked. " No, Sir. We just got here." John answered. The man helped himself to a seat. " Ah! The rogue billionaire businessman, Jaxon Hearst. It's nice to finally meet you in person." " The pleasure is mine,Mr Xavier, and I'm not a rogue." Jaxon laughs. " Says the man with billion dollars empire and is still raking in more." Mr. Xavier said. He snapped his fingers and one of the guards lit a cigarette for him.

he answered “That’s sad.” She patted his cheek softly. “You?” “The same thing. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up because people thought I was arrogant as I was rich, so I didn’t get betrayed by anyone. But I have been betrayed by past lovers, so I was a bit skeptical about dating you at first,” “Really?” “Yes. All the guys I’ve dated started nice, like you. Then they all turned bad all of a sudden. I didn’t want that to happen again so I was a bit reluctant. Chris did a lot of persuading and that’s why I’m here today.”

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

Albeit the sky was dark, the lights across everywhere illuminated her vision. Driving through the circular driveway, the driver halted the car at the feet of a sumptuous looking mansion that wowed Missy away the moment her eyes met with it. She forgot who’s taking her in, he’s not ordinarily named the youngest billionaire in the city. These are one of the qualifications that made him that, one could guess the exorbitant fortune it took to construct the house. And it’s easily one of the richest homes in the city. It was richly built and well fortified with elegance.