Mr Billionaire Book Novels & Stories

Mark said, "I can and I will. Unless you pay me. I will doctor this video and put the blame on you." "Oh, oh - okay, how much do you want?" Hazel asked, stuttering. Mark smirked, "A million dollars." Hazel gasped, "A million dollars? That's insane. I don't have that kind of money." Mark said, "You're lying. You're dating the C.E.O of a successful company. You live in a mansion. You wear expensive clothes and jewelry. You have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. You have plenty of money."

thank you, sir, I won't let you down" With that, I exited the office. I shut the door and made to leave but bumped into a hard wall which sent me falling to the ground, and files scattered on the marble tiles. I looked up and gasped. The wall was the most beautiful man that I had ever seen. Standing before me was Dante Maximilliano, the CEO of D. M. Corps. Ltd. 'The magazines didn't do justice to this man's appearance' I thought to myself. His tailored black suit fit his body like a second skin. His eyes were a perfect shade of emerald green. They carried in it the perfect blend of power and intelligence. He exudes sophistication. 'Is it right for someone to be this perfect?' I thought. "I'm

He was more like my dad just that he was fucking me rough and then one day I went to the mall I happened to meet this young good looking guy called Liam he was my age I loved him when I first saw him and we dated for like 2 years then we got busted Milton told me to make Liam sign everything to me then i drugged him and indeed he signed everything to my name and I run away last year Milton got me and apparently I'm owing him 56Million for staying , eating, bathing in his house for free So I had to sell everything that Liam mseleku signed to me and I made atleast 54Million I payed Milton I tried to kill him many times but I failed and now he wants the rest 2 million so I Sold all the staff si

he said after a moment. He took the envelope back, nodded once, and left without another word. My hands shook after he was gone. I felt as though I had just dived into a pool of water and cleared a part of my head. Later that afternoon, Dean gathered all staff. “One of our investors will be visiting today,” he said, all polished authority. “I expect professionalism. Best behavior. This reflects on all of us.” The name came an hour later. Ayden Miller. He walked in like he owned the place. Expensive suit. Easy smile. The kind of confidence that came from never being told no.

“That’s a story for another day.” She nodded. “You were saying? Who did you kill?” I smirked at Viktor’s question, pouring myself another glass. “After weeks of training, I was given the mission to kill the president-elect on inauguration night….the American president…” “No way!” They gasped at the same time. “For ten million dollars, I killed President Elect Andrew Geralds. I took that money, flipped it, and invested in my robots… it was the best decision of my life because it made me the first trillionaire in the world.” I chuckled again, downing another shot of my drink.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

The study was dark, so I opened the blinds and took in the room. It was very... August. Brown. Black. More black. Not a single color brave enough to survive in here. There was a minibar. I wasn't surprised to find it stocked mostly with expensive whiskey. The bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. Business books. Finance books. Leadership books. Books about making money. Books about keeping money. Books about probably becoming even more unbearable than he already was. Not one novel. Not even a guilty pleasure romance. What a sad life.

Mia I knew something was wrong the moment my phone started vibrating nonstop. Not a call. Not a message. Notifications. Hundreds. Thousands. My heart sank as I picked it up and unlocked the screen. “BREAKING: CEO Harry Declan Accused of Covert Operations, Illegal Payouts in Sable Scandal Leak” “Anonymous Source Provides Files Alleging Ties to Corporate Espionage, Bribery” “Who is Mia Williams? Declan’s Girlfriend Named in Offshore Accounts”

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ