Mistress To The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"You will become my mistress. You will satisfy all my…sexual needs for the next two years for a sum. You only have to sign the papers and I'll be on my merry way…with you, of course." Anger explodes in my brain. "I told you. I am not a slut." "Your little show from earlier says otherwise." "What the hell…?" "Fifty million." I stare at him incredulously. "What?" "I am offering you fifty million dollars to become my mistress for the next two years. Now, that is way more than that old prune would ever give to you. Say yes, Mira." He deadpans, his face set in hard lines. "Money. That's all you rich people think life is all about. Money and more money. I am sorry, Mr. Lachlan, but I am not for sa

Sorry if I needed some distraction to put my head in the game. The billionaire scratched his nape. “You’re spacing out. Is everything okay?” the worriedness of his voice makes me… want to puke. I shook my head which makes his facial expression more worrisome. “W-Why? What’s wrong?” he stammered. Why did you choose me to become your mistress? “Amanda?” Ahh. Because you are a billionaire, and you can plant your seed to every woman that you like in the meantime! My stomach growled. Which was a perfect timing for me to execute an excuse. But merely, swaying what I felt.

She had suspected that her friend's unexpected arrival at her place meant something fishy was about to happen but she had let her guards down. She could already read what the tabloids would have as their headlines in the coming days, "Bridesmaid fantasizes about fucking her best friend's billionaire husband, Alex Pencroft." She knew Alex's name would be there in bold. It would make the news more juicy. She could even already imagine what Ruth's mother's segment of the interview would read. She would talk about how she had always known that Christine was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing and she had always tried to protect her daughter from her but she had already been ensnared in

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.

She answered with a smile trying not to anger the cold CEO, "It's a huge offer but I have to..." This time he was angered and cut again her phrase, "In the condition that you become my mistress." "Excuse me?" It was as if she did not hear clearly the words he just said. Was he asking her to be his mistress? He smiled, "You heard me, being my mistress show my parents that I will marry soon especially because you are natural and potential. You can play that role and I will augment your salary every time." She was silenced for some minutes and tried to think about what was happening and what went wrong. How could she possibly be his mistress? Even if she was given back her real identity and fam

Am gonna shower with money and when the time comes with love,her Kendrick isn't dead! . . . Shirley's POV . . After the luxurious bath,I was served a cup of steaming chocolate as a nanny brought cherry in. "Mistress,the boss is around" she said as I smiled, carrying the toddler in my arms. "Where's he?" I asked and Immediately I noticed how they shrieked and walked out of the bedroom. "How's my queen doing?" He asked, sliding his jacket off and coming to kiss me on the lips as I turned my face, making the kiss to.......land on my cheeks.

"I give you till the count of three, bitch. Why did you almost marry the bastard?" "It was a mistake, please..... please don't.... don't kill me, I beg you." I scoffed. "You almost married a nigga by mistake?" "Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes. "He is an evil person. He.... he deceived me into marrying him." I furrowed my brows. "I.... He.... He fooled me." "That's because you dumb as fuck." She lowered her gaze. "'Cause tell me what sane girl would leave a fucking billionaire for a mere millionaire, huh?"

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

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.

“I don't like repeating myself woman.” I stared at him. "Who are you?" He took a deep breath, looked me ib the eye and spoke with undaunting confidence. "I am Adrian Sebastian." My heart came close to a stop. I knew him, his name actually. The billionaire CEO of Sebastian Industries. Ruthless, powerful, cold Adrian. And he was offering to make me his mistress. "look, I need a lot of money, I.." “How much are we talking about? I am sure it's a drop in the bucket" He sneered.