Mr Billionaire Book Novels & Stories

Guilt trickles down my spine at the thought of me breaking my promise to my husband by doing otherwise but I am quick to remind myself that I am making up for the dose I missed yesterday. The first place I visit is the giant library that has my jaw dropping in awe again, the rows and shelves of books have me feeling like I took a trip down memory lane. I skip to the business section, smiling at the wide range of first edition books tucked on the shelf. He has everything and more. My fingertips brush the edges of the books as I circle the shelves, exploring with my eyes and soon enough, I find myself in the engineering section.

She claimed before dashing at him, but before she even got close, the Mafia already fell on the floor and laid still for the count to begin. "What are you doing?" Araina asked confused. She wasn't expecting him to go down that easily. What made her surprise was that, she didn't even hit him, neither did he to her, they was no collision between them, but how can he just go down like that? She asked him again. "What are you doing? Get up." The Mafia opened one of his eyes, "Trying to grant your wish." He said and the naked lady rushed in to begin counting. "9.....8......7..........6" she begin counting and Araina held her head with the 'this was not supposed to happen' look on her face.

Even if they find their heiress, I don’t care about them. A heir or heiress can't drag me down. Even if they were all come together, they wouldn’t be able to bring down someone like me. I am powerful, dominant and dangerous. I can manipulate everyone if I want to with my money. They shouldn't messed the Mafia King like me. Because when they made my blood boiled, they can taste how Damien Cullen will be angry. (Sabrina's POV) I am being extra careful while walking downstairs, not wanting to fell on the stairway. Too careful not to fall because I'm sure I'll break a bone when I fell down the staircase and I'm still wearing a heels now.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

And as I prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew that I would need to stay one step ahead of the enemy if I wanted to survive. As I sat at my desk, still reeling from my conversation with Meera, the last person I expected to see walked through the door. Walter Caine, the mega-rich billionaire, strolled into my office with a smile on his face. "Well, hello there, Iris," he greeted me warmly. "Mind if I join you?"

For some reason, I was expecting Mr Ambrose or Harkland to be one behind all of this or someone from the board members, not a little nobody that I could crush with just a snap of my fingers. But I had to give it to McQueen. A crafty and cunning man he turned out to be. But yet again, it couldn't be the loss of his job that would make him do all of these. There was something else. There was more to it. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. This was indeed personal.

I distinctly remember the veins bulging out of his muscular forearms as he spoke. I get goosebumps just thinking back on that day when he asked for my number. I always knew I would only ever marry someone that I knew for certain was my soulmate, but when I found out that Sean was a billionaire and the President of a large multimedia group, I really thought I’d hit the jackpot. But I definitely never wanted to rely on anyone financially because my independence matters to me, and I really love my job working with animals as a veterinarian. I’m pretty sure I have the perfect life.

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

Clara, Darius, and Elodie descended to the catacombs-rumored to house the secret memory vaults of the Laurent legacy. --- As they climbed, Mirabel stopped abruptly, pressing her hand to a wall sconce. "What is it?" Xavier asked. She tapped a hidden trigger. The wall groaned and slid open, revealing a concealed study. Inside: bookshelves lined with leather-bound volumes, digital pads, and files marked with the Halcyon insignia. Bella stepped in first. "Why hide this?" Mirabel flipped open a folder. "Because this is the black ledger. Every transaction. Every test subject. Every death."