Mr Billionaire Book Novels & Stories

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

There were a thousand things that could go wrong. To occupy my time and divert my attention from the situation, I opted to look through one of the magazines nearby. I chose the one titled America's Most Eligible Billionaires, and you would never guess who appeared on both the cover and the center spread. It's none other than Mr. Maximilian McTavish.

Jay walked away with a steely resolve. Marilyn slouched on the ground dejectedly, tears of sorrow streaming down her face. With a vast, hazy, and hopeless future ahead of her, she racked her brains to think of a way out. She remembered Ken’s words. ‘Do you know who Ben really is, Marilyn? You’ve picked up a treasure! Listen, he’s Jay Ares, the former president of Grand Asia with a net worth of trillions. You’d better clutch onto this gold bar tightly because when he returns to his position one day, you can just pluck off a single hair from his sheep wool and you and Tiger will be able to lead a life of pleasure.”

Monday (6:19AM)’ THERE'LL BE A STORY ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN, TRISTAN AND INDY. TITLE: “WILL YOU MARRY MY GROOM?” WYMMG might start this week or next week. And yes, Imogen, Hames, Kade, Lila, and other characters from this book will be mentioned in the book, and the update will definitely be faster than this one. Thanks to everyone who read Millionaire's Hot Secretary till the end, and to everyone who has always commented on this book. Your comments have always been a motivation for me. I love you all so much, more than you can ever imagine.

Their titles are; "Mr. Billionaire wants me Back" Which will be in both a mobo reader and a good novel And "His perfect Dare". Which will be available exclusively at a good novel. Thanks so much, for all the love. Please keep reading, liking, voting, and commenting but please only positive comments, not violent comments.

I heard him hiss and I giggled. “You had better appreciate the kind of girl you’ve got. I tell you almost everything that happens at my place of work yet I know nothing about yours except that your former CEO was mean and that’s a paste tense” I told him. “Oh you are not aware that I am not a sole entrepreneur. Also, I have multiple side jobs which makes me financially stable and rich. I’m a billionaire” He boasted. “I know you are financially stable. I meant you don’t tell me about the daily activities at your work place like I do gist you about mine”

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

If she can't leave him, he can and she would do it. ******************** Sitting by the side of a pool and being attended to by half-naked ladies, an old man in a red robe was been fed with grapes and some of the ladies either massaged him or sat at his feet, laughing at the jokes he would make often now and then. He was the all ruthless and powerful billionaire. Mr. Brian seemed happy as he just lay on the chair, with guards around. He had a small pot belly and a few white strands of hair on his head. His face had few to no wrinkles and he had blue eyes. His lips were thin and pale.

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

So, I had to calm the fuck down. Elna was not Brianna. She was stronger, she was grown, she would be fine. We would resolve this and be a small, happy family again. Folding my hands behind my head, I swayed from side to side, my eyes stung with tears that eventually leaked to my cheeks. I married a strong woman. She would be fine. She had to. * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, If you are reading this, it's safe to assume you already read book one (Mr Reluctant Billionaire). If you haven't, I suggest you do so to understand book two.