Novel & Cerita My Secret Billionaire Reviews

“You have all night to ask me anything about me. I’ll answer what I can.” I swallow. “Because you have secrets?” “Every billionaire”, he lifts a shoulder, “as you say, has secrets, no?” He keeps working through his food like it doesn’t matter. “They’re business secrets, not women. I don’t play around.” I choke a little on my wine. “I don’t believe that,” I say. “No way.” That earns a soft chuckle that tickles something in my chest.

But his voice…the deep baritone with an undercurrent of roughness calls to me, making me pause in my tracks. Making sure to remain out of sight, I spy the entrance where the handsome, sexy hunk of a billionaire is talking with the boat keeper. He doesn’t seem too pleased. “...do you mean I can’t have the boat?” “It has already been booked, Sir,” the keeper is pleading. “Well call them and let them know they’re holding up the line.” I shake my head, this time in disappointment. Although his condition has altered a lot of things about him, the classic Neal Ward arrogance is still fully present.

CEO Collection Book 3 Secret Proposal from a Billionaire "Marriage? Are you kidding me?" The words spilled from my lips before I had the chance to wrap my head around the ludicrous caveat just read aloud in the frosty atmosphere of the conference room at Blackstone Investments. This wasn't just any conference room. It was a testament to wealth and power, a carefully orchestrated symphony of dark mahogany, pristine glass, and cold, unfeeling steel perched high above the hustle of downtown Seattle.

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr

“I guess you must be done with your work for today. Guess what I found out.” “Can't it just wait till we meet at the cove?” I asked, shaking my head at her dramatic voice. “No, it can't. I'm super excited right now. So, guess what I found while searching about your mysterious Billionaire boyfriend.” “I won't really say he is mysterious,” I told her. She tsked. “Aside from the fact that he is a Billionaire in a well-known automobile industry, what else can you say about him?” “He is handsome,” I replied dryly.

"I didn’t do anything. I simply waited for you to come back so we could...you know...do it." "Well, there you have it. Ever since I became a billionaire, women have been trying to take advantage of me. Whether by trying to get pregnant or to steal from me. The upturned briefcase full of cash was intentional and you're the first woman I've met in five years who didn't take a single dollar." "You were testing me?!" She asked, anger lacing her voice. "I had to. I was tired of sleeping with different women, some of which stole from me and I simply wanted someone I could have a sexual arrangement with and still trust."

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

“I hope she realizes what mess she’s getting herself into.” “I’ve heard guys like these just steal their money and run off.” I am feeling so weird and disgusted by the comments, while Ethan is just not bothered about the harsh comments. He still thinks that I don’t know that he’s the son of a billionaire. I am wondering when does he even plan to disclose this secret of his to me. Finally, we make our way to the private box where Ethan’s ex, Lydia, is holding court. The air is thick with anticipation, and we can both hear snippets of conversation as we approach. Lydia’s friends are praising her, their voices tinged with envy and admiration.

He refocused on the graph displayed on his boss's laptop screen, providing explanations and calculations to Edward, who was waiting for his report. "The top executives of Nebula want this mall we're building to be connected to both the apartment complex and a five-star hotel. And since yesterday, there have been several investors who have submitted offers." Then Axel reached for another folder he had placed on Edward's desk. Opening it, he showed it to his boss. "These are all the investors who are valid and have confirmed participation in the tender. You should know that Bvlgari has submitted the highest bid among all the other companies." Edward looked up, nAaroning his eyes.