Novel & Cerita Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed

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.”

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.

I worked hard over the years and became the CEO of my own company, Hartley Corporation. It’s the biggest real estate company in the city, and the most reliable too. I make millions every month but I’m still yet to achieve my dream. My real dream isn’t to be one of the richest but to be the richest, but I’m still chasing after that. I have no woman in my life and I’m not planning to welcome one. I was woken up by the bright light from a camera this morning, and my opened slowly, only to see 9 years old Oliver sitting on my stomach, snapping my sleepy face pictures.

Shoot. I bolted off the bed just as I put the phone to my ear. “I am so sorry. I never sleep this late but yesterday was so crazy, and I didn’t even know I was this exhausted.” I apologized before he could get a word out. I flung clothes out of my wardrobe as I searched. Searched for what? What do you wear to breakfast with a billionaire? A breakfast that would include pictures of us getting leaked to the press. “Just get here. “ He responded in a clipped tone, and the line went dead. Freaking asshole.

And you didn’t fall into bed with him, you fell onto the boardroom carpet with him. And it wasn’t exactly a ‘date.’ Yes it was! I screamed back silently. It totally was! There was lobster, and filet mignon, and wine, and heavenly dessert… …just… AFTER the sex… …the first round of sex, anyway… Add to that the fact he was CONNOR TEMPLETON. Billionaire. I felt like I had somehow stumbled into the pages of a tabloid magazine you see by the checkout in grocery stories. Ordinary Chick Sleeps With Scorching Hot Billionaire Playboy!

Warmth spreads down my spine and suddenly I’m very aware of how hot my face feels. Nancy gasps. “Ooooooh. That blush tells me everything I need to know.” “Stop,” I mumble. “Oh my God, Diane. You slept with a secret billionaire who also happens to be your best friend’s mysterious ex and now you’re accidentally married to him.” She pauses. “You realize how insane that sounds, right?” “I’m aware,” I mutter. Nancy leans forward with a mischievous grin. “So what does Mr. Billionaire Husband want now?”

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening. A bitter scoff broke through the silence. "How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust. Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."

I drink a glass of whiskey, drumming my fingers impatiently on the wine counter. Selina's disappearance will affect not just my campaign; my business could crumble if the media discovers that they had been fooled by our charade of a lovely couple. I could only hope that they found her in time before a mess brews. **** The vixen has been caught. I begrudgingly walk into my bedroom, where she has been held, awaiting my arrival. She struggles against her bindings. Her vile mouth is, mercifully, taped. I don't need to hear the string of curses swirling on her tongue.

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

"Well she rushed out yesterday saying that she could not spend the night here that she was not comfortable at all, her dress was even ript." When he said this the words finally sunk into the billionaire's head and then last night memory flooded in right after heard mumbling remember the struggle he had with her and he felt that it would have been better if the ground had just opened up at that very moment and swallowed him whole it was quite embarrassing and humiliating to think about. He had been having a dream of the woman that left him and when she came in here putting them mixed up together in his deep subconsciousness. “How did that even happen I can't believe this could I have?”