Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Ms Ashley calm down, I know this must be a very hard time for you, but we do not have any choice either! To save the pride of the Country's most powerful Billionaire you have to join his company and tell everyone in the public if any paparazzi ever ask you so- you would say you work in his company and that was just an accidental encounter! And nothing else not even a word against his pride otherwise you do not want to know the consequences!" He finally put down the paper from which he was reading one, and with every syllable, he whispered, my heart started clumping too fast as it was about to explode, maybe it was about to explode too! What's with him and his pride? Now I was more determine

"Can you hear the nonsense you just spurt out? You underestimated the man by sending two men in? And keeping eight out? From the many operations we carried out in the past, when and where did we ever placed more men behind the bars? Answer me, you fucker!" "I thought he was just a fucking billionaire! He should be easy to handle! I never thought it was going to go this fucking way!" "Do not yell at me, you motherfucking bastard!" Jagger attempts to swing his arm at Hunter but he's quick to dodge it, holding his fist like he's holding women titties.

That would be first on my agenda. I heard him before he appeared on screen. "Come out, come out wherever you are. Here little Ashley I have a message from the doc, remember him?" He was feeling around the walls looking for a hidden panel I guess. The man in my hallway did not in any way resemble the dashing debonair senator of the media. He was disheveled and haggard looking. I guess that's what happens when your world is crumbling down around you. I made a move toward the door but the guys got in my way.

Harris had known his father's bad choices in his past but he had also witnessed him suffer for most of his life. Harold McKenzie was a young billionaire from England, wanting to spread his empire in the States, where he met Agnes Earnshaw, an employee. She was young, pretty and smart. No man could resist her charm, and he was no different from any other man with young blood. Within few months of being in a dating relationship, Agnes announced her pregnancy. She pressurized him to marry her, which he did to stop it from becoming a scandal. She wasn't behind his money, he was sure of it but she needed his undivided attention on her which he couldn't give due to his busy life style. Months pass

I clarified defensively. "And you kissed him right back?" I hesitated, the memory of his hands rushing over me. "Yes." Grace groaned audibly into the speaker. "Cleo, listen to me." "I know, I know." "No, I really don't think you do," Grace said, her tone shifting to genuine concern. "Billionaires don't do relationships like normal men. They don't just fall into feelings; they collect experiences. To a man in his position, people can easily become temporary assets until something newer comes along."

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."

"Though I believe I should demonstrate my appreciation for your long-term planning more... thoroughly." I smiled down at him, letting my own predatory nature show. "The mighty Nathan Chen," I teased, though my voice was rough with renewed desire as his touch became more deliberate. "So easily distracted from business by his fiancée's strategic mind." His response was to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerously seductive billionaire, his hands and mouth wreaking exquisite havoc on my senses. And I surrendered myself completely to his possession, knowing that together we would build something far more powerful than mere corporate dominance.

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."

“Sky, I’m not going on tonight’s dinner.” [Sis, you’re just getting yourself on more trouble!] I can’t stop laughing after he said that. He really said that? It’s making me crack up! This kid really doesn’t know what he’s talking about. “Skyler, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? If you did, well just let me introduce myself. I am Savannah Harris, the oldest child of the Harris who owns SH holdings, and I am proudly to be the black sheep in this family. I’ve been causing trouble for the past twenty-eight years of my life, a little bit more won’t hurt, right?”

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.