One Night With The Billionaire Tagalog Novels & Stories

I knew that I looked very beautiful that night, but I was just as sure that my beauty was not the reason behind the shocked expression on the face of one of the men sited opposite my Dad at the dining table. "Danielle, this is Adrian Valentino, your husband to be, and Alfredo Valentino, his father" I faintly heard my dad introduce, but I was too busy trying to comprehend the cruel twist of my fate to listen to what my father was saying. What was the snotty bastard of a one night stand from the resort doing, sited in my house? "You!" I heard him say at the same time that I did. "Do you two know each other?" I heard a male voice ask.

One night's mistake, a momentary event that caused a massive change in his life. It was late afternoon when Amy got home to the house her parents bequeathed to her. "Manang, I'm home," he said softly to the old man who was with them in their private mansion. The tiredness was evident on his face, as if he was burdened with heavy worries. She held her stomach and carefully spoke to the baby in her womb.

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

he said, his tone deeper than before, “how about we continue this night elsewhere? Somewhere a bit more... private.” My heart was already racing. Dan’s proposition was bold and intriguing—too bold for me on a normal day. But something just made tonight different. I nodded. “Sure. Why not? I’m up for it.” With that, we settled our tab and made our way out of the bar. The cool night air washed over us as we stepped onto the sidewalk. Dan hailed a taxi, and as we sat side by side in the backseat, he cleared his throat once more. “The Vine.”

They concluded immediately without even getting to know who she is, and even when he tried to shut them up, they still had that mentality in their heads, so he decided to dress her up properly so that they could properly meet her and see that she's not the way they expect her to be at all because even though her father did not treat her right, he wasn't poor; he was just wicked, which made him abandon her mom and her like that to fend for themselves even when he knew that they had nothing. He returned to the room, and once again he was amazed to see how stunning she is. There is definitely going to be Their jaws dropped the moment they saw her, and they're definitely going to regret what the

A hallway. And then—nothing. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered. My fingers trembled against the sheet. He moved closer, his cologne—sharp, expensive—wrapping around me like poison. “Listen carefully.” His voice was soft. Too soft. Worse than shouting. “This was a one-night thing. That’s all it will ever be. And I’m sure you know who I am.” My stomach twisted. His arrogance filled the room, suffocating. “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.

The air inside the hunting shack was thick with the smell of damp earth and rot. Selene sat tied to the wooden chair, her wrists burning where the coarse rope bit into her skin. Across from her, Anna was puzzling out. She was pacing the small room, her breath coming in ragged hitches, the gun in her hand swinging wildly as she ranted about the "injustice" of her life. "I was the pretty one!" Anna screamed, turning to glare at Selene. "I was the one everyone loved! You were just the help! How did you get the billionaire? How did you get the five million?"

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.

she said not eager to dampen her mood. "What about Miles?" Kelly asked, unconsciously looking forward to seeing him. She wasn't even aware that she had shed every bit of wariness against him. Instead,she was happily welcoming him. Layla knew but she didn't make mention of it, incase she changes her mind. "He went on a business trip but he would be back soon," she responded as she peeled the apples diligently. "What does Miles do?" Kelly asked which made Layla pause involuntarily. She knew where this matter was going to,so she decided to hide the fact that he was Miles Brooks,the influential billionaire as her mind wouldn't be at peace.

Although what he did last night almost changed my decision about him. Another event will take place tonight. I better go home and think about everything. I was pretty sure Eros would want me to work for him. Only if I insist that I am planning to do so. There is no way I’ll become a housewife. My phone beeped again and I frowned at the headlines. It was about me. Goodness! I can never walk freely in public again. Billionaire’s wife Billionaire CEO got engaged to a pauper Billionaire CEO this and that!