One Night With The Billionaire. Novels & Stories

Daisy said and I smiled at her. Days passed and Daisy and the girls returned with information about who the stranger responsible for my pregnancy was. I was dumbfounded when I found out. It was none other than Lucian Hawthorne, the city’s most famous young billionaire CEO. I can’t believe a billionaire was the father of my child. Daisy and the girls were stunned as well. “Damn girl, you hit the jackpot. Now, you’ve got to tell him,” Gemma said.

he asked me in disbelief. I winced, "no, what's wrong, I don't have any money to drink, right?" "Well, what's the reason why you're like that, why are you attracted to him--" because of his cuteness, I didn't let him finish speaking My head hurts more from him than from my decision "He said he will pay me ten million..." I said making him stop, he slowly sat on the couch and looked at me seriously That girl is so judgmental! "Yes, I look like money, but you know that I need the money," I said seriously, "he made me marry him so that he wouldn't have to deal with his mommy with another woman, in exchange for ten million."

But there was only one place that came up inside her head. It was the spot where Hunter and her would spend the night together. Her foot touches the moist sand. Her eyes were fixed on her boss who turned out to be her boyfriend. Hunter was talking to someone over the phone. Katalina planned to startle him by surprising the billionaire. She walked slowly and carefully. Katalina even controlled her breath. She stood behind Hunter. And was about to surprise the billionaire. But it turned out that she was surprised. “Damn, baby. Just please listen to me,” the billionaire scoffed.

It took a while for me to gather myself and realise we had arrived at the event. I adjusted my clothes properly as we made to get down. He grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear “You’ll pay for teasing me like that.” I shivered in response. Knox had given his speech and was about five tables away chatting with Mr Damien: another billionaire who was trending all of last week because he came out as gay. I was sipping champagne and watching him. “He can be charming whenever he wants to be, isn’t that right?”

He didn’t smile, but his eyes narrowed with interest when he saw her. Janine froze. She had expected some drunk businessman. Not… him. Theo Lucas Guevara III. The billionaire. The tech magnate. The man whose face was on magazines, whose name moved markets. He wasn’t just rich—he was powerful, influential, untouchable. What was he doing here? He said nothing at first, just gestured to the seat across from him. Janine sat, legs crossed, her fingers twitching slightly. “What’s your name?” His voice was low, smooth like velvet.

I told them, but they seemed lost in their own world, so I left them to it and headed to my room to get dressed. I can’t wait to be there. — “Good evening, ladies, welcome to our humble abode,” greeted a tall man as we arrived. He was dressed casually in white six-pocket shorts and a black V-neck shirt. On his left wrist was a Patek Philippe Gold Chronograph—a simple-looking watch, but it’s worth 6.8 million dollars, quite pricey. “Cut the crap, Lee,” Kei responded, surprising me. Not because she could talk like that, but because she knew the guy who greeted us. “Friendship, meet my business partner, Leeservian Dominic.”

she snapped, her pride flaring up despite her situation. “I can give it to you,” he said smoothly. “I can transfer it right now while we are on this call. It would barely make a dent in my account.” “Then…” “But,” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, becoming heavy and serious. “Nothing in this world is free. You taught me that last night, remember? Everything has a price.” Ava swallowed hard. “I know. What do you want?” “One night,” Nico said, his voice dropping to a predatory growl. “At my place. No spa rules. You do exactly what I say. No arguments. No slaps.”

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

She was about to run out the door when Richard stood in her way. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I’ll find out. Until then, keep your mouth shut” Richard said, his voice laced with arrogance. Then he reached for a checkbook and pen, he wrote something and then handed it to her ”here, five million. Consider it…compensation” she collected it, tore it and threw it in his face. “No one wants your damn money”, she pushed him out of her way and she left.

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.