One Weekend With The Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

The sole heir of the Villazanta Group of Company, the behemoth company located in the Philippines, the largest, the most influential company all over Asia and soon Europe. The hotel he checked in last night is one of the hotels he manages. He is basically living there. If only his mother allowed him to just leave in that room, he could, but his mom doesn’t want him to do so. So, once a week, he sleeps there, where he and Grace shared their nights together. Vladimir Villazanta is a bachelor that every woman has been dreaming of. He is a 33-year old bachelor, he was a playboy when he met Grace, but he changed when Grace came.

“I'm no billionaire Minerva. We both know that I don't fit into that job. “ I groan, even though I already started with some researches, but Minerva doesn't need to know that. Me taking up my Dad's company is something that I've always been avoiding, I don't want the kind of life where I always have to sit behind the desk, attending to some files and other shits. That isn't the life I planned for myself but knowing that it's already my duty whether I want it or not, I know I have no choice than to do this, so I've been doing a lot of researches on what the shit even means and what I should be doing and so far, it has been exceptionally boring and tiring. “I do think it will fit you, you know

It wasn't until he was in front of me before I gazed up to meet his face, that was when the resemblance I had earlier noticed on the old woman's face suddenly dawned on me. "Wait, what?!" I yelled. "You?" I pointed a finger at him. He was just staring calmly all the while. "Be calm, my dear, and just listen." The woman held my hand. I started putting two and two together and everything started getting clearer to me. That night at the cruise vacation, the stranger I had drunkenly laid with was the CEO of Alpha Zee company, my boss! What the fuck! Jeez, what have I gotten myself into.

Instead of meeting my eyes she leaned forward and collected her laptop from the desk. "Thank you" "So any plans for the weekend?" I asked leaning against the wall. She raised her head, her lips pressed together. "Nothing really. Eat and get some sleep. This has been a hectic week" I chuckled at the look on her face, "Tell me about it!" "See you on Monday then" She shook her head and then was out of the cabin before I could say anything. My head rolled back and shoulders slumped down. Why was it so difficult to talk to her?

-He bent down to take the engagement ring box, but she was quicker to see that she might lose the chance to marry a billionaire. -Good. I accept I accept to marry you so that you can take over your father's business in five months. I want all the luxuries, a van at my beck and call, two unlimited credit cards, a big wedding, honeymoon, and..." Christine opened the box, and the ring was beautiful but relatively simple. She took it out of the box and held it up to Björn, who was red in the face. -...if I am to be the billionaire's wife. ...I want an engagement ring worthy of one.

Not in a mean way, more like a reaction to my disbelief kind of way. “Yes, billion with a ‘b’. So, if Bronx wants to buy you an apartment in Paris, or if he wants to take you to Bora Bora for a week, or rent out a theater so you can see a Broadway show together, let him. He has never had someone to share his life with before. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, Kas. Please let him. I know you have no intention of taking advantage of him. We all know. You have been through too much together for that to be the case. Soon enough you’ll be making your own money and you can find ways to spoil him in your own ways too.” She rubs my forearm and smiles. It takes me another minute to proces

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

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?”

Bene walked back in and made his way to the desk, dropping the note in front of Daemon. “Everything checks out. w She’s living with some billionaire, they’ve been together for a couple of weeks now. We were able to get pictures of them having dinner and at a couple of gala parties. We’re still digging to find out what she’s done with the money but at least, we have her location now.” “This billionaire boyfriend of hers, what sort of a man is he?” Daemon asked. “Reports say he’s into oil and gas and he made his fortune through it and that means he’s a dangerous man, they all are.”

“What do you want?” He walked over to the window, glancing out at the city. “We have a press event this evening. Our first appearance as a married couple.” Leila groaned. “Already?” “You didn’t think we’d have time for a honeymoon, did you?” She shot him a glare. “If you even mention the word honeymoon again, I will throw something at you.” Adrian chuckled. “Duly noted.” She pushed the covers off and stood, ignoring the way his gaze flickered over her briefly before he turned back toward the window.