My Grumpy Billionaire Nadia Lee Novels & Stories

I watched as she pulled the blanket closer around her body, like one just beginning another round of sleep whilst being completely oblivious to her surroundings. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking on the kiss we’d shared earlier… I had never imagined that I’d be attracted to anyone after Joanna, especially since there’d been so many beautiful ladies parading around me over the years, but I haven’t been interested in any. But who would have thought that the one I’d end up being attracted to would be my daughter’s young Naddy? “Good morning.” I didn’t realize I had become so lost in thoughts until I heard her voice, which sounded so much like a squeal.

"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.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

"So, how was your weekend?" Nadia shrugged dismissively. "Nothing interesting, really. Though I must say, your weekend was sure a blast." I arched my eyebrows curiously before asking. "How so?" "What do you mean, how so? Have you gone online yet?" Nadia looked at me like I'd just said something atrocious. My frown only deepened as she brought out her phone and showed me an article that read: "Reputable Businessman, Viktor Silverstein, Ties the Knot with Rural Country Sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”