Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I am, but in here I’m just Mason. I prefer to keep it low key.” “I think he’s a celebrity,” one of the girls near me said, pulling out her phone. She started typing something on it. Then she gasped/ when everyone turned to look at her, she placed a hand over her mouth. She lost the attention almost immediately so she turned to her friends. “The guy is a freaking billionaire!” “You’re kidding!” “No, I’m not. He’s a real billionaire from Miami.” “Then what is he doing there.”

Add to that the fact that some of her relatives and friends also had been a victim of various crimes. Yana, on the other hand was more adventurous and a daredevil type, most of the time unafraid to tread into the unknown while Misha was in the middle of the two, a bit cynical and a bit adventurous. “He’s a billionaire,” Yana said. “Well, his parents are billionaires.” “So?” Maggie snapped. “I mean, why would a rich handsome kid stalk someone like Misha?” “Well, Misha is pretty—“

When he looks mildly offended about my interruption, I lean close to him and say slowly, “You are a billionaire bachelor.” “And what does have to do with anything, Miss Allard?” I shake my head. How come a rich businessman like him can’t understand basic logic? “What I meant, sir Mikhail is that you are rich and successful, and attractive. . . .” I trail off when I see the smirk on his face. “So you think I’m attractive?” “That’s not the point!” I wave him off. “The point here is, you’re basically the perfect bachelor. Hell, don’t you have a whole groupie of models worshiping the ground you walk on?”

Zion was standing right in the front hallway with his hands in his pockets, waiting for her. Mina walked in like she owned the mansion. She had shopping bags swinging on her arms and a big smile on her face. “Up so soon, Your Highness?" she joked. "Or should I call you the Lord of the Black Card?” Zion didn't find it funny. His eyes narrowed. “Mina.” His voice was heavy with the anger he had been holding in all morning. “Explain to me why you took my card without asking. You went on a huge shopping spree for yourself and your friend. Why?”

In the large mansion, the masters were outnumbered by the helpers. It was crazy for Danie because she didn't need them at all. At least, just a few would do. It wasn't like many people knew that she was the only heiress to the massive wealth of the Williams. She could walk alone at night and no one would guess that she's a billionaire. But for sure she'd turn heads. Danielle was beautiful. She had always been told how perfect she looked. Her skin alone uses the most expensive set of skin care. Her hair was glowing. Everything that every girl could dream of was within her reach.

One of the ladies who Claire already noticed liked to gossip, leaned forward. "I can't wait to meet the CEO of the company in person. I heard he is the most eligible bachelor in the whole of New York and beyond!" A young man seated beside her rolled his eyes. "Someone isn't here for the interview, she's here to source for prospective husbands." "Relax." Myla directed at the lady. "You don't stand a chance. No offense," she added quickly. "No one here stands a chance." "I heard so too." A middle aged woman chipped in. "He might be the most eligible bachelor in New York, but he is also a cold hearted billionaire. His takes pride in his arrogance, and his delight is in being ruthless."

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

"Are you sure you're okay, ma'am? I could wait for you until you finish your business here. Taxis are not frequent in this place. You look really unwell, ma'am." "Do you know me?" "Sorry... I actually saw you in the news. You are the billionaire's fiancee, right? It must still be hard to move. Do you really need to come here yourself?" I don't know if there is a concern in his voice or if he's simply putting his nose in someone else's business. I appreciate the thought, but I am fine. I can handle myself. This much is nothing. I paid the taxi driver a generous amount. He had asked me again, but I just told him the same answer all over again. He had no choice but to drive away, leaving me alo

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.