One Weekend With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

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?

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.

“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

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—”

It made it difficult for the men in the room not to look at her twice. "Good morning, Mr. Harper. I apologize for my lateness. Shall we commence with the meeting?" She asked. Mr. Harper is a successful billionaire who has a new start up company and would love to partner with Astrid to pursue his aim. "Of course. Please take your seat," he replied with an approving smile. She shook each of them before settling down for the meeting.

she explained. "Sigh, rich people are willful!" She said out of jealousy. I held my phone tightly since I was still very much in shock. I didn't know how that was possible just in a few minutes that I had slept and woken up. Before I slept, Amelia still messaged me that I shouldn't be late and now I was on a sudden holiday. Moreover, how is that a holiday? Working for a billionaire's wife alone was a headache! Those women are snobby and difficult. If the billionaire's wife is a young rich brat, then she was done for.