Mr Billionaire Book Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this. Roberto paid his friend for the work and went straight home, Mariane had already returned from work, and he must decide with her. - Mariane! Mariane, I've got good news for you- Roberto enters the house screaming. "Tell me, my love, what happened?" - She responds, as he takes her by the waist and lifts her up into the air. I found out that Sara during this time married a billionaire and guess what? - He tells her with

“Thank you, Dove.” “Tell me something about yourself?” I wanted to know more about him. I had seen little glimpses of who he truly was on the inside during the interview but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what he was truly about. I wanted to see the real him. Miles was this giant mystery that not a lot of people knew of. “Like?” His eyes searched my face like he was trying to take me all in. “Are you happy?” He arched his brow. “I’m a billionaire.”

“Even if he’s obnoxious, he isn’t John!” Brody McLean was a respected, powerful billionaire, with business interests in more concerns than most the tycoons in the USA put together. He had chosen her proposal, hers, not Paul's or one from the other firms he had checked, and there was everything to thank him for. That was a fact.

“Vincent, please stop. I don’t want to talk about Dion. Hey, Mr. Carlson also got me an internship in one of the biggest companies in the world of business. He said if I do good, I might even be a permanent employee there.” “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!” . . . I'll be releasing 2 new books!! BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees

"And what has that got to do with our discussion now?" "You just suddenly reminded me of the main character, sir. I mean to say you look just like him." "And how's that even possible?" "You're everything I pictured the main character would be, sir." "Is that so?" I didn't know if he was beginning to believe the ridiculous lie I was telling or if he was just playing along because he had a perfect poker face. "Tell me more about this book." "The title is actually My Bipolar Demeanour Billionaire." "Really?"

I had no idea the property would cost that much," Arya said, very surprised. "Well, beautiful, from what I see, it's one of the cheaper ones, so you're practically a millionaire," Ayden clarified, looking at the document Gabriel had given him with the property valuation. Arya was surprised and took the sheet from her beloved's hand. "It can't be; these sums are astronomical," she declared, and Robin snatched the sheet to look at it too. "Friend! Yesterday, you were having lunch under a bridge, and today you're having breakfast with a millionaire," Robin laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but he felt terrible.

After meeting some old lady at a river who tells me to make three wishes that may or may not come true, I wonder what else life has in store for me. "So you say you're not new to New York city, right?" demands the driver for the second time. "No. I literally grew up here." "Means you were born here?" "Means I was." He nods, like this is the answer he's been expecting. "Nice." "Well, I'm from somewhere else." "Where is that?" "Illinois. In Chicago. Grew up in Little Italy. Where the mafia bosses terrorized those neighborhoods. That's where they get those crazy and scary nicknames from. Some called themselves The Prince. Scorpion, The Twister.."

It wasn’t news that some rich men kidnapped girls for trafficking but it would be news that one was bought and the buyer was known, it was to be no secret because no one was going to come for me, no one would care that I would be laced with drugs and forced to fuck anything fuckable until my last breath. No one. I blacked out, maybe from the headache, or maybe it was from my reeling head that refused to take in what would be my new reality. “Boss, she’s fainted.” Mr Mills got up from his chair, he was so elegant, so tall, so broad, you couldn’t help but notice his presence. “My business here is done.” With that he walked out of the small house with his guard going before and after him, the o

" Why are you here? Don't you have better things to do?" " Nothing is better than seeing you in this miserable state, if you must know it. " She giggled. "At first, I didn't believe it . But I just had to come and confirm it with my own eyes. The almighty Mike Williams has become a dreadful beggar. Such a plot twist of life. " She laughed mockingly. " I don't want to see you again. " " Oh my dear, I still want to see you. You remember that car, don't you? "