New Beginning: Billionaire Love Story Novels & Stories

The matter of her late grandfather's Will was long gone from her thoughts and neither was she bothered that the makeover she had spent a reasonable amount to get in order to appear sorrowful before everyone, was already in ruins. 'How could you do such a thing to me Mia?' She kept screaming internally, finding it hard to believe that Mia was really engaged to her billionaire crush, Aziz Garrett whom she met at a birthday occasion she attended two years ago. Since then, she had seen him on several occasions when visiting her grandfather but he never recognized her again. But she couldn't get over him either.

I pushed the door open and almost choked on the air when my eyes fell on the brown-skinned man, with curly black hair, addressing the committee. Kareem Finnegan. I had seen him on television and magazines but never in person. The young billionaire that had started his multibillion-dollar industry, at the age of twenty-five, from a cheap flat somewhere in the streets of New York. When he wasn’t on the news for his latest business deals and innovation, he was on the news for one scandal or another. My late entrance certainly did not go unnoticed, everyone in the room took turns to pass glances at me. How I hate being the center of attention, especially for the wrong things.

A flurry of hurried footsteps receded, and the door slammed shut, muffling all sound. Jane gazed at the dismal ceiling, consumed by an endless rage and regret. When she first joined the entertainment industry, she was a novice, only able to land minor roles with a modest income. Desperate to cover her brother's medical expenses, she received unexpected aid from Ciara Tyla. She sought to repay the debt, but Ciara adamantly refused, insisting that she was merely accruing good karma.

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us—he was nothing like I expected. I’d imagined a rough looking man with brown teeth but he was the complete opposite. But why did he seem so familiar? Have we met? “Please,” I whispered. “I don't want to marry.” I covered my face with my palms. He paused, staring intensely at me. “Do you have twenty million then?” He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the small silence.

“And don’t ask me to carry a crown you haven’t earned.” Cassian dropped to his knees. “I don’t want you to carry it,” he whispered. “I want to lay it at your feet.” She knelt beside him. Not royal. Not perfect. Just real. “I don’t want your empire,” she said. “I want a life we build from the pieces left.” He nodded, eyes shining. “Then let’s start here.” The city pulsed around them. And from the ash, something new began.

He is a widower ad far as I know His only son, Alexander Knight, is another story, a young billionaire with a bad reputation of women, thousands of women flock at his doorstep to date him. He dated celebrities, models, socialites, politician daughters and many more, I read from the tabloids that he discarded them easily like a disposable grocery bag. What a jerk!!! He is exactly the type of man, I avoided. He is a big red flag. I heard about him, but I never really knew what he looked like, I am not really interested in buisness and the people in it.

“Wear your best dress. You know what-I bought a gown for you already. When you get home, you'll see it on your bed. We are leaving for their mansion at 6pm tonight.” I was unable to move. I felt like a truck had just hit me, sending a wave of shock and numbness through my body. My hands were shaking and I was at the brink of tears. I felt defeated and I had no one left in the world to care for me. My freedom was already being taken from me. “What are you still doing there? Don't waste my time.” “She is so ungrateful. Doesn't she even realize she's getting married to a billionaire family. Such a spoiled brat, maybe she got it from her mother,” my stepmother spat.

Her feet were clad in a black stiletto with minimal height for comfort, styled her hair in a messy yet cute bun and dapped a light red lipstick, exuding understated elegance. She looked herself in the mirror and smiled, with confidence boosted,she grabbed her bag and headed out. New beginnings awaited. Meanwhile at the Cafe, Phoebe's eyes narrowed. "Who's this new man you're secretly seeing?" she asked Mildred. Mildred's demeanor remained casual. "Just someone new, mother." Phoebe's brow raised. "I shouldn't know him?" Mildred's smile hinted at secrets. "We're getting to know each other." Phoebe's gaze turned calculating.

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.