My Grumpy Billionaire Nadia Lee Novels & Stories

Candenza mocked as her heels clicked hard against the marble flooring and her figure appeared. “Good evening, ma'am.” Nadia greeted politely. “And what is so good about the evening, girl? After you almost killed my son and also my very first grandchild?! You want to deprive me of becoming a grandmother, you wretched girl!” Nadia didn't have the strength to explain herself. She was a little weak and she just wanted to lie down and rest. But apparently that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

He just leans against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, watching Matteo like he’s waiting for the bomb to go off. None of us say a damn word. We don’t have to. Dante is coming, and he’s not happy. I drag a hand down my face, exhaling harshly before walking to the bar and pouring myself a drink. I don’t sit, don’t get comfortable, because there’s nothing comfortable about this situation. She fucking lied. Nadya Mikhailova. Bratva princess. A Pakhan’s only daughter. A girl whose face has been plastered all over Moscow with a twenty-million-dollar bounty over her head. And she’s been under our roof for weeks.

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

She had picked up a few modest habits while at the mansion and she had bought her self a few stylish clothes and makeup only for special occasions, transforming her self from a plain jane into a princess. Nadia would scratch her head in confusion and embarrassment when her sisters discussed books they'd read, their small luxuries they had acquired and then she would throw her sisters that loathsome look and they would stop talking when they realised how much it affected their unfortunate sister. Nadia was back home after being discarded by her husband, apparently he had found another young woman to prey on. A fifteen year old from a local shanty town. He would have discarded o

Nadia was after something, no doubt, presumably information. It wasn't until she met Jade Meadows and learned how kind the woman is that she regretted accepting the proposal. She was an easy person to work for. The woman never screamed at her, hurled objects, or insulted her. Everything Cassandra did for the woman was met by praise and encouragement. She enjoyed working for Jade, being treated not only as an equal but with respect. Nadia was a nightmare— temperamental, fussy, high-strung, and a diva, which is how she got her nickname— Nadiva. It was an inside joke between all the female staff members, except Ms. Yvonne, who turned her nose up at anyone that wasn't as hoity-toity as she is. S

the assistant was cut short by the disruption at the reception. "Let me through, do you know who I am?" Leah spat arrogantly. "Why exactly are you stopping me from meeting my Fiancé?." She suddenly pushed open the office door. Even with all the rumble, she still looked neat. Not a strand of hair out of place. He unconsciously compared Anita to Leah. Unlike Leah who was always too conscious of herself, Anita was free and lackadaisical about less important things. "Baby!"

“This is for your good, Maeve, you should block him. You’ll be betrothed to Mr. Smith soon. A billionaire, Maeve! Do you realize what that means for us? We cannot have some stupid boy ruining this arrangement.” “Please Mom, give it back,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I reached for the phone. Hudson looked up at him in annoyance. “You all should calm down and stop acting like babies.” Gianna leaned back, her eyes scanning me. “No. I won’t let you mess this up. Mr. Smith is the perfect match, and you—” Her words collided together as a surge of nausea hit me. I clutched tight to the edge of the table, my stomach twisting violently.

It was a modern house and from the look of it, a bullet could not pass through it My eyes darted at the top of the mansion, and I noticed an helipad, my eyebrows rosed in awe " Well, the Knights are mega rich. I shouldn't be so surprised, if there's an airport here". Aunty Jodie's employer, Mr George Knight is a very powerful buisness magnate, that owns multiple lines of buisnesses in the whole world, from real estate, shipping, food industries and many more. He is a widower ad far as I know

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?