One Weekend With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“That wretch is going to embarrass us! I won’t allow her to succeed in whatever she’s planning! I won’t let this company fall; I won’t allow myself to be dragged through the mud!” Richard took a deep breath and scratched his head, concerned about his wife’s outburst. If Mathilda was correct in her assumptions, they needed to find Lilliane immediately. This runaway act could cause significant trouble and headache, especially since Mr. Fuentes had already given a substantial amount of money to help NexTech Solutions recover from bankruptcy. “We need to act now. We will do everything we can to find that annoying woman! At any cost!” The thought of Mr. Fuentes only aggravated Mathilda further. T

Dino's POV Take Her, She's Yours I am looking at a naked woman in her own bed. And there's a seductive smile on her face, so much unlike the astonishment on my face. "Warned you, didn't I?" she says. "Not when you put it the way you did, no." "Put that down," her hand points above my head. I notice that I'm still holding her leggings in my hands. I dropped it immediately. "Now that you're here, how about we make it look like a one night stand?"

She whispered, and I rolled my eyes. “He’s dying but marrying me off to a stranger” I scoffed. “Babe, I’m so happy for you. At Least you have a father that cares about you even on sick bed.” “I already signed the document and obviously it’s happening on Saturday” I groaned. “And that’s why I’m here. We are going on a shopping spree and also…” She stood up and turned around happily. “We are having a girls night. Atleast enjoy one more night of being single before that rich billionaire gets to fuck you.” She giggled happily.

“It better be. I’m going to get going. We’ve got a long couple weeks ahead of us, and I want to enjoy one last quiet night.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You mean you’re going to go home and hang out with your dog.” I grinned. “Maybe.” He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re a nerd. You’re the only single billionaire I know who prefers to hang out at home with his dog. You should be out living it up, looking for a sexy Mrs. Billionaire. You’re Trent Gilroy, war hero turned billionaire. Everyone wants to know you. You could have any woman you want.”

Nina left the word hang there. "What?" "I may have asked Nathan out on a date." Just then the waitress brought our check. Nina picked it up. "I got this. After all, I'm filthy rich." She chuckled. "Also, do you know what I read in this morning's New York Times and Wall Street Journal?" "No. What?" I asked, "As of this morning, the whole world knows that Nathan is the new CEO of AmeriCapital." "So, he's handsome, he works out, he's smart, he's loyal, he likes you, he now has an amazing CEO job, you have wicked-good chemistry, he looked across the room and wants to devour you…"

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

A little girl walked in front of her, who wore the same dress as the bride. Cameramen were surrounding her and journalists were making reports as they announced the wedding of the billionaire dude Chase Hudson and Rosalinda Black… "Enough Mike. I don't want to watch any of this nonsense" Pricillia Black thundered. She must stop the wedding. She dashed out and Mike went after her, he won't let his mother drive her car in this state. He urged his mom to get into his car. He would drive her to the registry. This is going to be a terrible heartbreak for his mom. Rosalinda has brought her family low for the sake of a man.

“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.

I nodded and slipped away before they could start firing off questions. Once I got back to the penthouse, I found it empty. That meant one thing: silence. Sweet, overwhelming silence. I changed out of my jeans and hoodie, washed off the cheap drugstore makeup, and transformed into my designer persona: a silk robe, perfectly manicured hands, and just the right amount of smudged mascara to give off that effortlessly chic vibe. The face of a billionaire’s beloved. Felix Vaughn showed up at six. “We have dinner tomorrow,” he said without preamble. “At the Harrington estate. Their daughter just got engaged to the oil heir from Norway. They want a joint cover feature.”

“Your stay here is over. Most of your properties belong to us, so you aren’t allowed to take them away.” “Yes, Mom and Dad were already nice enough to let you take a few clothes along with you.” Felix interceded, how could he not see they were using him also? For those who could abandon a billionaire just because he went bankrupt. I closed my eyes in rage, opening it, “You know what, I wouldn’t stay with a dog family like yours, I’d rather stay with a stranger than be with you guys also.” “Marrying Dave isn’t so much a bad idea and I can fully support him.” I scoffed, Dave smiled lightly at me.