One Weekend With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend

Beauty said and stood up to get the first aid. She bent to clean his woumds and his next words shocked her. “Marry me!" " Are you high? Why would I marry a stranger?" She snapped. " Then spend ninety days with me. In return I'll pay you a billion dollars. " He said and she gasped. " You're kidding right? “ She asked but his face was serious. " Why would you want to spend ninety days with me? “ " It would get my parents off my back. Besides you need the money too. “

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

I bent down to pick it up, more out of reflex than curiosity. The front page was bright and loud. HEIR TO MOREAU INTERNATIONAL ANNOUNCES ENGAGEMENT TO SENATOR’S DAUGHTER. A smiling photograph filled the page—Zachary in a tuxedo, his arm around a woman with perfect curls and a diamond that could probably pay my rent for a year. For a second, I couldn’t move. The paper trembled in my hands as I read the caption again. My eyes found the date. It was this morning’s edition.

“You know why I did. -I know. But still, what have you got to lose? Everything , I mean. But I can not. My first one-night stand, and the guy had to screw it up by telling the world through some PR stunt about a marriage proposal. I guess that's what happens when you pick a demanding billionaire. “Do you know what I do with naughty girls? Whatever I want . I still remember the conversation, and my nipples pucker in my bra. How can he still have this effect on my body? This cannot be normal. —Gwen? -I'm thinking. “You're taking over the flight to New York anyway, aren't you?” she asks.

My voice didn’t even shake, which somehow made it worse. He didn’t answer with words. He answered by finally closing that last inch. Slow. Deliberate. Not the cold billionaire-CEO kiss I expected. It was warm. A little desperate. Like he’d been holding his breath since I told Serena to move. His mouth opened against mine just enough, and for a second the whole car disappeared—the heat, the rules, the sixty-four days. There was only the careful way he kissed me, like he was still asking permission even while he took it.