My Billionaire Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Justin Adams as in Jac Adams’s son?” Pride swelled in Adrienne’s heart. “Yes.” “What? You know this guy?” Her mother seemed surprised. “If you read business news and Forbes’ magazines, Marina, you would know who he is. They own Adams Industries. Adrienne, your boyfriend is… a billionaire. A third-generation billionaire.” “It’s a common name! Maybe we’re not even talking about the same person!” her mother hissed. “We’re talking about the same person, Mom. My boyfriend is the heir of Adams Industries. I’m sure of it. He’s quite famous here in Manhattan. And I’ve been on his private jet, so there’s no doubt he is what Dad says he is.”

, Xander said unaffectedly, he brought out a ciggerate and lighted it. "You don't get it do you?, Kaylee said, looking at Xander with rage. "Her boyfriend is the famous Daniel Vuitton". Xander choked on his ciggerate when he heard Daniel's name. He dropped it down and turned to face Kaylee. "Daniel Vuitton?, wait hold on a second, you mean the billionaire?", Xander questioned, looking at her with shock. "Of course it's him, the Wealthy billionaire", Kaylee replied, "and oh did I say boyfriend?, my bad, here's the worst part, he already came to my dad to seek for her hand in marriage."

He poured her a glass. “So what are we celebrating?” He took a large gulp from the bottle before answering. “The latest news headline on Henry...” Her lips slowly curled into a sinister smile. “From the looks on your face, I can say you know what I am talking about” “The deal with the Arabian billionaire...” “My father’s insider gave us all the dirty details” he answered with a smile. “The news reports didn’t say if the billionaire was completely withdrawing his investment after Henry made a fool of himself...”

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

“It’s not what it looks like.” “It looks like you’re dating Baek freaking Jin!” she shrieked, pacing my tiny living room. “Since when? How? Why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out from Page Six! I’m your best friend! I’m supposed to hear about your secret billionaire boyfriend during wine and gossip night, not from a push notification!” “It’s… complicated,” I mumbled into my palms. “Complicated?” She stopped pacing and stared at me, her eyes narrowing. Then they did a quick scan of my disheveled state, my puffy eyes, my… “Is that… is that smudged lipstick? Emily, did you… did you sleep with him?”

But one thing was certain,this shopping trip was going to be more than just designer bags. It would be an escape… and a test. Versace store; New York VIP wing. The ride to the mall had been unusually calm. Ariana sat beside Liam in the front passenger seat, scrolling aimlessly on her phone, while Liam focused on the road like his life depended on it. “Ever been on a shopping date before?” she asked suddenly, peeking at him from under her lashes. Liam didn’t blink. “This isn’t a date.” “Sure. Just a billionaire’s daughter, her ridiculously handsome driver, and a black card that can melt wallets. Sounds like a romcom to me.”

he said and scoff. *yeah arrogant billionaire* "Valerie,I don't know how to say this but I really do know I need your help urgently"he answered nevously. "And what can a poor lady render to a billionaire"I said and he stared at me before answering. "Be my girlfriend,valerie"he said and I felt my head spinning. "Did you hit your head on something r what,firstly,I woke up only to find myself in your house and then some dinner party and now you are asking me to be your girlfriend"I blabbed and ruffled my hair.

She looked up, panic rising and when she squinted her eyes to make his face out, her heart barely calming, she gasped. “Ash?” He looked worse than she remembered. Bloodshot eyes, stubble, clothes wrinkled and damp at the collar. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a twisted grin. His voice was low, gravelly. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Let me go.” He leaned in, breath sour. “I heard you’re a fancy billionaire slut now. That true?” She pushed again. “Ash, stop.” He scoffed. “You used to throw me money to help with debt. Remember that? When you had some decency?”