My Grumpy Billionaire Nadia Lee Novels & Stories

With Claude returning after ten years… Inviting her for a family meeting… Asking her to bring Harvey… And offering an investment of one hundred billion dollars. Nada was stunned. And there was no turning back.

But I let my gaze settle on Nadia, sharp enough to cut through whatever arrogance she was wearing like armor. “Tell me,” I continued, tilting my head slightly, “why would you call the future Luna… a golddigger?” Nadia stiffened instantly in pure suffocating silence. And just like that, the sharp-tongued warrior who had been tearing into Alicia seconds ago… had nothing to say. Interesting. I let the silence stretch, so she felt it pressing on her like a heavy metal. Because people like Nadia only understood pressure. Her jaw tightened, her fingers curling slightly at her sides.

But on the contrary, it was far different from that. Every three months, Butler Lee would change my wardrobe of clothes, shoes and bags under the order of Nathan. This means I only wear my clothes for three months before it will be cleared out. And anytime there's a new collection of clothes, shoes and bags from designers, the magazine collection will be sent to me, and I'll pick what I want. I have everything every girl of my age ever dreamed of. I live in one of the most expensive penthouses in the USA; I have my own company, a closet full of clothes, expensive jewellery and gems and most importantly, I'm married to Nathan Pearce, the richest young man in his 30s in the whole world.

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

Leila- My nephew is very cute, I really am a drooling aunt, Ana, wait, because I'm going to spoil him a lot, here's mom educates and aunt spoils, let her not listen to me, because she's going to want to kill me, I think this arrival from Miguel it will serve to bring our family closer together, I've never seen my mother the way she is, crying is practically impossible for her, but she's in tears, she's completely emotional, for those who didn't stop bothering their daughter to know who was the Dad, I didn't expect this behavior from my mother, I hope it's really sincere, but there's no way not to be moved by the arrival of this little angel, because that's what he looks like, but the funnies

This time, they were gasps of worry and concern. Even without adding the amount they made selling tickets for the fundraiser, they had raised far more than they planned to. Why were they trying to add her to the donation pile? Catherine was fuming. She felt helpless. Donovan took a seat at the table. “I never agreed to those conditions,” Ahmed whispered into his ear. “Just you and me hunny. What, are you scared?” Donovan taunted. There was nothing the Arab billionaire hated more than his capability and authority being questioned. It irked him. He like fair competition and was willing to take him up on his offer.

"Who exactly is your baby? Need I remind you that you told me pet names weren't befitting of a woman like me? What was it you used to call me instead? Oversized fool, wasn't it? Or was it the other one, the one about how a woman my size shouldn't expect to be loved at all? Has that slipped your memory along with everything else convenient for you to forget?" Dennis's mouth opened again, something close to genuine regret crossing his face, but before he could speak Nadia stepped forward, dabbing at her lip with a napkin someone had hastily handed her. "Why are you even begging her?" she snapped at Dennis. "Because she lost some weight? Have you forgotten she's barren, that she can never give

The one who made me work for every scrap of attention. A knock. Nadia let herself in, all polished smiles and careful concern. “You look exhausted, Silas. Let me help.” She came around the desk and tried to rub my shoulders. I shrugged her off. “Stop.” My voice came out colder than I intended. “I know about the money, Nadia. The supplies. The car.” Her smile froze. For a split second I saw the real her—the calculating, ambitious creature beneath the beauty. Then the mask slid back into place.

“All tall and brooding and… billionaire-y.” I laughed, surprised. “Billionaire-y?” “It’s a word.” She waved her hand. “You use it in sentences like ‘I’m going to buy another hotel chain’ and people just nod.” “I don’t say that.” “You think it.” I couldn’t argue. She giggled and covered her mouth like she was embarrassed. “Sorry. Wine makes me stupid.” “Wine makes you honest.” She looked at me then—. The laughter faded into something softer, and possibly dangerous.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?