Novel & Cerita One Weekend With The Billionaire

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Williams said evenly. “Your friend will be back tonight.” She says. “Do you prefer sedans or SUVs?” she queried, holding her phone in a way that suggested she was fully capable of ordering a car with a mere click of a button. “Any color preference?” “You’re going to have to excuse me before I set this place on fire,” I told her and stomped out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and glaring at the skyline like it owed me something. What have I gotten myself into, I know I need money but not in this way. I love my privacy. This is unreal. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, I’d been sleeping in a parking lot. Now I'm a billionaire.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

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.

he said When he didn't get a reply, he continued, " you're going to be paid handsomely for it as you can see on the contract. It's a sweet price if I may say" " I will not be playing this game with you " Serena scorned as she stood up and hurried to the door. She couldn't control the anger in her anymore. Tears had gathered in her eyes as she left the company. On her way home, she looked up Fred on the internet and was surprised. He was a billionaire, a businessman known across the world. He was beyond successful. How did she not hear of him until now? Arriving at her house, Serena met a sobbing Dhoti and a terrified Troy.

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 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.

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