One Weekend With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.”

Meanwhile I still felt like the same abandoned girl kicked out with a small clothing box three days ago. The difference was…that now, I was wearing a diamond wedding ring beside Dave Laurent. Life was honestly insane. “You’re overthinking again.” I looked up at Dave, to at least read his facial expression, but there was none. “How do you keep knowing that?” “You wrinkle your forehead.” As he said that, his thumb suddenly brushed lightly against my forehead. That tiny gesture shocked me more than it should. Especially because several people nearby gasped quietly after seeing it. And that's only because cold billionaire Dave Laurent apparently wasn’t affectionate publicly, but doing just the o

She turns and walks out of the house. "Everette! Please don't go." Isabella says and wants to go meet her. "If you move an inch Isabella, you are moving out with her." Her mom warns. Isabella choked back on her tears as she watched Everette going out into the street. "Mom, please don't do this." She begs her mom. She hisses and walks back inside leaving Isabella in the sitting room. What just happened? How did it turn to this? She was so happy the past week and made the wedding dress for her sister. How did it turn out this way? Getting jilted on the wedding day and mom sending her sister out. She hopes nothing happens to her sister and her mom comes back to her senses soon.

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

Most of downtown is deserted as the state employees try to get out of the city early on a Friday afternoon. The warm sun hits my face and I smile up at the bright sky. It's the first time I've been out of Vincent's building in the last three days. The glorious thing about having a mega-rich billionaire for a boyfriend—if he is my boyfriend—is that he doesn't care how much it costs to have food delivered every single night. Between going to work, back to his place, and then back to work I've only viewed the outside through his floor-to-ceiling windows.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

By tomorrow morning, everyone would know. My coworkers at the design firm. My friends from college. Chloe. They’d all wake up to the headlines: Billionaire Adrian Blackwood’s Mystery Wife. My stomach gave a loud, angry growl. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast—before the stylist appointment, before the confrontation, before the move. In the chaos of selling my life away, I’d forgotten that food existed. I padded out of my room, my bare feet silent on the cold tile. The penthouse was dark, save for the ambient glow of the city lights filtering in through the massive windows.

He wasn’t being cruel. She smirked. "so you only actually planned the date after I agreed to go on it," she teased. He grinned. "Maybe." "Maybe," she said again, turning her head to look at him for a second. They both laughed lightly. The awkwardness eased just a little. He kept his hands on the wheel, eyes ahead, but the smile stayed. The radio buzzed to life with a shift in static. A new voice came on, crisp and loud. "And in hot fire celebrity gossip today, guess who’s trending again? That’s right. Billionaire Isaac Dunn. Looks like he’s not done obsessing over his ex."

“Someone’s going all out. Should I throw in rose petals on the bed, too?” “Don’t test me.” But my cousin was practically wheezing with laughter. “You’re unbelievable. So… skipping your team building, then?” I didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I’ll spend the weekend at your resort instead.” He whistled. “I’ve never seen you ditch work for anything. She must really—” I hung up before he could finish. Without wasting another second, I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Lauren. She picked up immediately. “Mr. Williams? We’re waiting for you at—”