Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed Novels & Stories

Damn, I don’t even know how he ended up in my bed still wearing the clothes he wore when he went to the city while shrouded by the smell of alcohol. “Where are we going?” I asked as I untied my red violet silk nightgown. “We are going to have breakfast with the other hunky billionaires,” he muttered as he fixed the bed, folding the blanket and picking up the pillows that fell on the floor. I never saw a man so diligent in fixing a morning bed even if he has servants. Tyler Jane Moonstorm is indeed beautiful, wholly and beautifully handsome of a man. “Hey doggie, can I ask you something?”

Upon unlocking the screen, I was greeted with a shocking headline: "Young billionaire caught in compromising position while married." I felt like I was in a nightmare as I scrolled through the articles. Then, I remembered… the woman from last night. I glanced up, meeting Anastatia's gaze. The image displayed was from last night, at the club, just before she led me to the bedroom, grinding against me in the process. Sh*t! This was unbelievable, a complete disaster. I seethed with anger, feeling manipulated and foolish. I'd never have allowed a stranger to approach me like that, let alone follow them to some unknown place. My previous encounters were carefully orchestrated, with women who unde

“It’s moisturizer. Stop making stuff up.” “Yeah, sure,” she teased, tossing her purse onto the couch as she walked in. “That moisturizer sure made you this much of a star. My best friend is hot gossip, trending on every damn media platform. ‘Who is the billionaire’s mystery woman?’ Ugh, fu*k those people! They are vultures.” I laughed at her dramatics, shutting the door behind her. “It’s not that bad, besides, I don't let it get to me.”

"Luke,tell everyone in the Villa that this is your new madam, you must call her madam and respect her. You must give her thesame respect you'll give me. Any one of you that disrespects her will have a taste of his or her own anus" With that, he left the stunned workers and stepped into the spacious living room with marble floors. There was a water fountain in the room making it look more beautiful and 52 inches led frameless TV. The servants were also shocked like the other ones when they saw her but he carried her straight to his room. He gently laid her on the huge soft bed and covered her up with a duvet before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Have a good night rest my wife" * I woke up w

I paused, remembering the ridiculous mansion I woke up in. I squinted at him. “You live in a place that looks like it belongs to a billionaire. I don’t know much about strippers, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make that kind of money.” “So what’s your conclusion?” I stepped closer, mirroring the way he had caged me earlier, and placed a hand against the wall beside him. His brows lifted slightly, clearly entertained.

Instead he picked a towel from the hanger to wrap around his waist. She let out a gasp as he reached into the tub, gripping her arm and pulling her out aggressively. She tried to hide her naked body with her free hand, "what are you doing?" Soon, they were in the bedroom and Lulu realised, wait, this isn't my room. She must have gone into the wrong room due to all the dim lights. She immediately bowed her head, "there's been a misunderstanding! I thought this was my bedroom." "My room is off limits," he commanded, his voice didn't show how angry or upset he was, still it gave her the chills "never make that mistake."

But I had no idea I’d be walking into the storm that was Lucas Blackwood. Who didn’t know about the Blackwood family? They’d been on the cover of Forbes more times than I could count. They were freakishly rich. And here I was, about to be a housekeeper in their mansion? My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped forward, reminding myself to be careful. “Don’t mess this up, Elena. This is your chance. Just don’t mess it up,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the door. I took a deep breath, adjusting my apron before stepping into the room. My eyes went straight to him.

Almost. Every time I saw Xade’s name flash across the television, new projects, global expansion, smiling for cameras as the youngest billionaire in the country, the anger returned. I knew then I couldn’t stay buried in grief forever. One cold evening, as I rocked Cade to sleep with Silvia knitting behind me, I spoke. “You’ll know your grandfather’s name one day, my love. And when you do, you’ll know I didn’t let it end this way.” I turned to her as Cade had finally gone to sleep. “I’m planning to start over.”

The memories of Roman’s touch, his voice, the way he’d whispered my name, it all felt different now, shaded with betrayal and questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Who exactly had I let into my bed? And worse into my body!!! I closed my laptop with trembling hands, unable to stare at that mocking cursor any longer. My story could wait. For once, fiction seemed easier than the reality unraveling in front of me. Because I hadn’t just slept with a man. I had slept with Roman Alkali. And Roman Alkali wasn’t just anyone. He was a billionaire. He was untouchable. And he was a father.

As I reached to take it, my fingers brushed against his. ​My hand lingered half a second too long, completely forgetting to pull away. I noticed the familiar roughness of his thumb, and my mind instantly remembered the quiet, late-night promises he used to whisper against my skin before everything fell apart. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I looked up at him, and for a split second, the mask of the billionaire cracked. His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he felt the same surge. For that one heartbeat, he wasn't a powerful executive or a strategist. He was just Damien, and he wanted me.