One Weekend With The Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

Vivian felt that Dominic was finally paying attention to her. "Ah, that's right. My knitter sent you that birthday present. She left early because she wasn't feeling well. Besides, she also wants me to thank you for helping her son." "Hydrangea?" Dominic took the bouquet from Vivian's hand. He is a billionaire, his friends are all rich people, so Dominic rarely receives such a simple gift. Except for his close friends who sent him gifts privately, everyone else didn't give him gifts, simply because they thought Dominic was too rich and he lacked nothing.

" I love you too baby, good night." I ended the call and returned back to the room just as Lucy was done with her food, I sat beside her and continued with the TV I was trying to watch before I received Pierce's call. " So weekend huh? How is less than a week enough to plan a proper wedding?" Well I thought it wasn't possible too but when there is money, anything can be easily achieved. " Money talks, bullshit walks. He already made so much calls and everything is in process already. Trust me, five days is more than enough time when you are a billionaire."

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.

We laughed and kissed and, because the house was ours for the night, we indulged in what felt like the kind of reckless joy grown-ups rarely allowed themselves: we danced barefoot in the kitchen while a record player crackled a too-loud song, we sang terribly and with huge confidence, and we threw open windows to let the night come in like an invited guest. The first time we went outside, the sky was a broad sheet of velvet. There was a small fire pit and two chairs that had already been arranged like conspirators. Marcus had a blanket slung over his arm like a cape. He made me sit and wrapped the blanket tight around both of us. There’s a tenderness to men who are billionaires that is not a

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.

“Strange. Confident women don’t usually need their fathers to kidnap the competition.” Her mask slipped. She looked ready to claw me across the face, until Don Romano’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “Alessia,” he said, smiling with teeth but no warmth. “You’re making me look bad. Shut it.” She froze then stormed off. I turned deliberately, refusing to acknowledge him, and that’s when one of the billionaires at the gala caught my hand. He was tall and polished, with the kind of aura that radiated old money. “You must be Zoe,” he drawled, eyes dragging over me like I was another glass of champagne. “I was beginning to think Brayden Gatsby kept you hidden on purpose. Can’t blame him. If yo

"How were your parents?" "They were pretty cool people. I didn't spend much time with them but when I did, I'd have the best time," she said with a small smile. "I'm sorry if my question was too personal." "It wasn't." She laughed. "I'm happy that you're interested in them though." "Your turn," I reminded. "What are your thoughts on love?" She asked and my gaze turned curious. "Why are you asking me that?" "I'm just curious as to why the sexy billionaire prefers stringless relationships outside his family."

A smirk played on the corner of my lips as I muttered, “She was a virgin.” This new discovery made me even more determined to find out who she was, as I refused to believe I was rejected. I was a CEO worth trillions of dollars. Women always crowded me, but I had nothing to do with them. As the sole heir to Steele corporations and feared in the business world, I refused to believe I was rejected by any woman, much less a virgin. Shrugging my shoulders, I felt she should be lucky she had her first time with me.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the City of New York. Mrs Garcia woke up to find one side of the bed empty. She searched the room for her husband only to find him coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and talking on the phone. "Thank you so much," he said and ended the call "My love, guess what?" he said after greeting his wife with a kiss "You know I don't like guessing games. What happened?" Mrs Garcia asked "We got the invitation to the Billionaire's meet," he announced with lots of excitement

“What?! That man is a billionaire! From a family of billionaires! Do you know that? His father literally owns half of this city!” I shrugged. “Who in this city doesn’t know that? I was shocked too when I met him on the date. I had no idea that he was the one that wanted a surrogate.” “Date?” Estelle gasped, raising a hand to her lips. “You even went on a date with him! Oh my god, is that the date you went for last night? You didn’t tell me it was a date with a fucking billionaire, Vanessa!” She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. “How did you even bag a billionaire on your first try? The gold-digger's association would be so proud.”