My Grumpy Billionaire Nadia Lee Novels & Stories

Ellis commented. “What? Oh, yeah. That. It’s your fault that I couldn’t get him to notice me. He was mooning over you, thinking you were his mate and whatnot.” “You should have told me,” Bella tried to keep her voice mellow. “I would have helped you. I still can. We can get Leo to notice that you are his true mate.” Nadia bit out a laugh. “You wouldn’t help me. You don’t give a fuck about anything apart from yourself. But I don’t need your help. Once Mitch is in charge, I will be rich and powerful and people will treat me like they treat you now.”

She has lost so many times to Maeve, and I know she can’t win against her. “I am beginning to rethink my decision about her, though.” I lifted my brow. “She happens to be an heiress.” I couldn’t believe the materialist woman. “Theo is an heir too, and you hated him!” Nadia scolded. “He was a disgraced heir and a mere hotelier.” I shook my head. She is never going to change. “I am not a disgraced heir, and calling me a mere hotelier when I own a chain of hotels around the world is pretty upsetting.”

But what could I say? “She got a younger nanny this time. A fresh graduate of NYU. An aspiring architect, and well…” I couldn’t understand why talking about Miss Stewart made me feel so worked up. Was it because she challenged me, or because Keren was so attached to her? Or was it something else that I hadn’t yet defined? “Does she have a name?” “Yes, Miss Stew—Alyssa Stewart,” I replied, almost choking on my tea as I noticed the amusement in Adam's eyes.

(Nick) The reporters swarmed outside my building like vultures. Through the penthouse windows, I watched them jostle for position, cameras ready. Their shouted questions could be heard even forty floors up. “Mr. Baldwin! Any comment on the pregnancy?” “Is it true you’ll be raising your nephew’s child?” “How does Grace Williams factor into this?” I turned away from the windows to find Lila propped up in our bed, scrolling through her phone with shaking hands.

"I’m Adrian. What’s your name?" "Beatrice," she mumbled, her voice shaky. She glanced around, looking for something, probably for her bag. I followed her gaze to the passenger seat, and she seemed to relax a little when she spotted it. "Can I have it back?" she asked as though it wasn’t her property. Suspicious.

She then opened Marie's messages, and Marie was actually crying her heart out, lamenting how her deep affections were wasted Marie "Mr. Luxton is quite considerate, isn't he? He might not be the best at taking care of people, but he's really a good person at heart." Anna "Huh? Not really, I think Mr. Luxton is very good at taking care of people." Mrs. Smith smile and came in the room "Yes, he's good at taking care of people," she thought, "but only you, you little girl. You better realize it soon." Anna was eating fruit with a toothpick, just having a piece of avocado , when her gaze suddenly froze. She saw the eighth trending topic on Reddit. "Young elite went out with a lady and buys a mob

Her tears roll down her cheeks. Flashback Sapphire Sky runs around happily playing with her toys. Sapphire was the happiest kid on earth. She has everything she ever wanted in life. Maids, nannies, and guards worship her like some kind of God. She is the only daughter of the most respected billionaire in the whole of California, Mr sky. He is loved by all because he treated everyone equally even if he is extremely wealthy. Sapphire rushed to embrace her parents when she saw them walking into the mansion. "Mum! Dad!" She embraces them happily.

"My kids are starving, my mother is hysterical, and you have been missing for hours!" Nadia did not flinch, not looking sorry either. Instead, she simply adjusted her handbag, looked me dead in the eye, and gave a small, mocking smile. "I was at the spa," she answered smoothly. "Ugh, do you have a problem with what I do with my money?"

That landed, I watched her process it. "What would we tell people?" she asked. "If they ask about us directly." "The truth. That we're figuring it out." I kept my voice even. "We don't owe anyone a cleaner narrative than that." She looked at me for a long moment. "Okay," she said. "We'll go." The night of the fundraiser, Nadia came downstairs in a dress I'd never seen. Dark green, simple. She'd done something to her hair that I didn't have the vocabulary to describe, except that it worked.

Even at this point, she still wanted to use lies to bargain for survival? With a suitcase full of cash, he arrived at that mold-infested place. Nadia was huddled in the corner, no longer the glamorous woman she once was. When she saw the suitcase, greed flared in her eyes. "I'll give you this, and you'll tell me what happened back then." Nadia looked up at Timoteo's grim expression. After a long pause, she suddenly lunged at him. Her movements were so fast. No one could have predicted that a woman locked away for so long could have such terrifying speed.