My Secret Billionaire Reviews Novels & Stories

"Did you see the recent trending news? Anita Fredrick and Alexander Scott are dating." "Anita is just so lucky; she is a superstar and dating a billionaire such as Alexander Scott. I'm so envious of her." "She is so lucky that Alexander even chose to be with her despite having a child already. That must really be genuine love between them." Margaret narrowed her eyes; she felt hearing them say those things about Anita.

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

News anchors screamed through LED billboards: “Clean Billionaire, Dirty Empire?” ALEX’S PRIVATE SUITE – SAME TIME The clink of Anna’s phone hitting the floor echoed like a gunshot. She stood frozen before the giant screen in the sitting room, on the screen: Alex’s face, shattered beneath a brutal headline: ‘KNIGHT ENTERPRISES: THE RARE-EARTH LIE’ Her whisper cracked the silence. “No… no, no…thais isn't true.” Barely a sound. But her entire body was trembling. Her breath hitched. This wasn’t a leak, it’s detonation.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

"After years of success, you mean to tell me an ordinary blackmail from an ordinary secretary managed to manipulate you into sleeping with her?" "Amelia_-" "C'mon Ryan! Make it make sense!"

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession Claimed by My Best Friends Dad Hope fell hopelessly in love with the billionaire Ashton Greenspan, but their love is forbidden because he is her best friend's father. Despite the potentially disastrous consequences, she ventures into a dangerous game of seduction with the man who makes her sigh. With his muscular physique and dazzling fortune, Ashton becomes her irresistible obsession. Will they be able to overcome the barriers of love and find happiness together, or are they destined for a life of secrets and deceits?

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

Apart from the fact that the guy is undoubtedly a billionaire. I walked into the bedroom and he was in the bathtub, undressed and very much at ease. It was impossible not to notice his most precious details. Embarrassed, I took off my dress and my breasts popped out, leaving all their size and volume under the admiration of the man, who then put his hand on my thigh. "Let me help you." His hand pulled me closer, he took off my panties and gently kissed his way down my thigh until he reached my groin, where he then moved upwards and only then did I mentally admit that I was really in need of a good oral job.