Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Does he keep secret weapons in there?" "I don't know." "Millions of dollars?" "I definitely don't know." She sighed dramatically. "What a boring mansion." I rolled my eyes. "Come on.” We had barely taken two steps when a familiar voice stopped us. "Unbelievable." Natalia walked toward us dressed impeccably as always, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her eyes swept over Avery up and down with open disgust. “So Leonardo has started collecting strays now. First Riley, now you.”

After our conversation, I started working and kept myself busy cleaning the cups and plates. "By the way, did you see the news about the missing man?" Lean asked, but I didn’t look at her. I was curious about what she said. "Another missing person? That’s nothing new in the Philippines, so it’s no surprise that so many people go missing here," I replied before glancing at her. "He’s not just any ordinary person in the Philippines—he’s a billionaire." There are still rich people going missing in the country? I thought something like that was really rare.

There was something nagging me at the back of my mind, a piece of puzzle I hadn't yet put together. As I skimmed through the documents, I noticed something odd_ a series of small transactions, barely noticeable among larger sums but consistent. They were payments to a shell company, one that had only recently come into existence. My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen

She knew, in fact, everyone knows, that it's the truth. She formerly worked as a stripper in the most popular clubhouse in the city, before she became a receptionist at the billionaire's company. Needless to say, she was desperately satisfying countless men in return for their money. The pay was nice, no doubt. She only had to quit because the pay she received as a billionaire's receptionist was nicer and perhaps she had more bills to pay. I wanted to tell her how much Mr Bernard loves me, but she seemed not interested in whatever I had to say.

“Business tycoon Lazare Ibañez, son of the late race driver Lionel Ibañez, is now in the eye of a storm. A photograph from his engagement party last night has surfaced, showing him in a compromising position with an unidentified woman, who is not his fiancée, the acclaimed actress Nicole Asuncion. Efforts are underway to reach Mr. Ibañez for his statement on the matter. Stay tuned for further updates—” Vlada turned off the television and she put the remote on the table. She reached for her phone and dialed Michael’s number.

Misha’s gaze lingered on me, unreadable for a long beat, before he leaned back and drawled, “Well, well, Miss Heir. Looks like you’ve finally found your crown. One question, though.” “What is it?” He leaned back in the armchair like he owned the place, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “You make it sound like I’ll work for you. But are you sure you can pay me?” “Pay you?” Misha shrugged, casual as ever. “I’m a billionaire, remember? My hourly f*e is insane. Astronomical. You’d need to sell a kingdom just to book me for a coff*e.” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “God, I forget that all the time.”

Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names. It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton.

Oh, I'm definitely going to come with him this time. He took me to the limo and drove off the building, passing through the thick crowd outside, hoping for some scoop. Now they have it. Johnny Miles and the mystery lady. Would they make some noise about tonight's event—or just the story of one of the youngest billionaires in the world? "Drink?" He offered me a glass of golden liquor and I took it without a word. I felt the bitterness of it draw a line in my throat. "Damn..." he chuckled, watching me lick my lips and straddle him on his seat.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

Intrigued by her new family, she decided to do some research. After contemplating for a moment, she decided to search for the most magnificent mansion in Las Vegas. To her surprise, the first mansion that popped up was the one she was currently in. Reading the accompanying article, she learned that the estate belonged to the Mills, the wealthiest billionaire family in Las Vegas, boasting numerous companies locally and globally. A picture of the Mills was attached to the article, and Rosaline’s eyes widened as she spotted Frederick’s picture with the caption “CEO of Mills Company.” A gasp escaped her when she saw his net worth. “He is bloody rich.”