Mistress To The Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying. “By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.” Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired. Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! ***

said one of her friends, who was a bit closer to me. “Hold on, this is a library. If you want to cause trouble, do it somewhere else.” “Oh, come on. Don’t play it safe. We know you’re here because you’re screwing and fucking a billionaire!” I stopped, my teeth gritted. I hate being accused of things. “What? Does that ring a bell?” said the one I think was named Cici, “What? You’re mad now? We heard you’ve been fucking a famous billionaire for less than two years? Wow, you’re really a slut. Are you that desperate?”

Two days ago, George had come back from the office only to tell me that Charles was interested in Maya and wanted to know when she broke up with her boyfriend. “His best friend? Is he also a billionaire?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s pretty rich.” He wanted to buy George a yacht as a wedding present, but George declined, telling him his father had one and he could use it if he wanted. He had to buy something else that was equally as expensive. “Then, tell him to give me a call.” My eyebrows shot up. “And your man?” She smiled sheepishly. “We broke up last week. I didn’t want to say in case you’d mock me.”

Carla, narrowing her eyes, continued to mock, "Better life? You think buying fancy clothes makes you classy? You'll always be that girl from the strip club." Lizzie, with a confident smile, concluded, "Maybe, but at least I left that life behind.” Carla laughed hysterically, “Oh baby, you haven’t left that life behind. You’re just a private stripper now.” Confused and curious, Lizzie asked, “What do you mean?” “You were bought for 25 million, don’t make that mistake of ever thinking he bought you your freedom. You’re his now, his slave, his pleasure, his puppet.” Carla explained with spite.

"After everything we did for you? After everything this family did for you, this is how you pay us back, right?" "Jasmine, I am sorry about Amayah's health, but currently, I am financially tight---" Isabel tried to explain to her, but she beat her to it, yelling, "Liar!" "Jasmine---" "Did you think mother and I did not see the news? You were at the business oscars, with your billionaire boyfriend, Sebastian Bernadotte. And you were even caught cheating on him with Damien Giddorti, who is another billionaire." She lashed out, leaving Isabel utterly speechless.

Maxmillian asked. "Threat? No... That's childish. I'm saying facts Mr Maxmillian knight. You don't have to be greedy. You had your way with my mum, you have a woman who loves you, a huge company to your name, all of these mansions, different fleets of cars. You are a freaking billionaire, you can build yourself another company, and you have the money. I just want something. I'm your son after all, am I not?" Alexander concluded. "You can't be the CEO. It's my company. I am the founder Alexander. You keep pushing me, just stop!!!." Maxmillian yelled. His voice is deep and condescending.

Yet, Nicholas told me that whatever happens if William tries to harass me, I should not forget to alarm him immediately. In the following days, I felt like I was being worshipped by William. He always gives me what I want, whenever I need them. Those things he was doing made me even more excited. His innocence about the plans I have for him was my inspiration to continue everything. I am so excited to see Tessa's reaction after knowing the truth about me as the billionaire's mistress.

He leaned over her and stemmed her furious rebuttal of his arrogant statement by kissing her senseless before he straightened and traced his thumb pad over her swollen lips. “You want me, Harley, and as my mistress, you can have me, every single night. Come on, be a good girl and stop coming at me… Most women would be grateful for the opportunity to move in with a billionaire lover. So, what do you say? A little less arguing and a little more... sexing?” ‘Good girl! Incandescent with rage, Harley wondered if she could beat him to death with a pillow. “Unluckily for you, I’m not most women, and if you think I’d ever agree to be your grateful, obedient mistress you’re going to be disappointed

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.