Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

I say in an annoyed tone, tearing up the piece of paper. “I don't understand why you're overreacting. We can both pretend nothing ever happened if you just sign this . Besides do I seem to care who you are. Like I said before I don't want to know who you are or what you are it's not like your Donald trump”.she whispers. “Well let me tell you, am one of the most famous rich billionaire tycoon who has the largest control and holdings over the shipping, real estate management and hotel companies all around the world and so yes I am that “Max”."I say rapidly

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

My subconscious chastised making me feel irked. "I'm not bluffing, I'll beat him up" I didn't realize I said that out. "You'll even beat me up?" He asks in an unstable tone. "Who told you I was talking to you?" I stutter, not sure if it'll work. "You will only get the bonus if you sell 300 glittering kitty doll before evening" "What? 300 pieces" We both cried out in panic at his statement. "What is what? If I were you guys, I'll start advertising already" he grunts and strode away briskly.

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

he turned to Carter, “I’m holding out because it’s your nightclub, or else I’d drag this one to a nearby room and tear of her clothes.” "Please…” I could hear myself whimper. I hated the vulnerability in my voice. My eyes were not on Larry, they were focused on Carter, as my green eyes pleaded with his jet black ones. Somehow, I knew he had the power to save me – from whatever other man came by, he was the owner of the place after all. He had to be a billionaire, I knew owning even a small property in this expensive part of town could cost up to a billion, let alone such a big, expensive looking nightclub.

“You are just a pauper. You can't own this many shares!” “Wake up, little nephew! How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a pauper?” I put my hands in my pockets. “For your information, I am The Gerald, owner of G-Tech and one of the top billionaires in this country!” “What!” Loud murmurs went up in the room. The directors looked at each other in disbelief. Only Susan, Max, and Rosemary were rather quiet. I studied Rosemary’s expression, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"E-Excuse me? And what do you think of me? An animal that you can buy? Yes, you might have paid a huge amount of money but you don't own me!" "You don't really know about that auction, do you? The moment your bidder win, they will own you. Which only means that I own you now." "No, you don't." "If you don't want to do it, then why don't you just pay me $2,000,000 and we're quits?" "I-I don't have that huge amount of money right now..." "Then you don't have any other choice but to obey me. Now, give me your number."

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I looked around and furrowed my brows when I noticed that we were the only ones here. “This is a private resort. We own it. So, you can do whatever you want here; just don’t try to escape, okay?” He chuckled softly. I nodded. Well, what do I expect from a billionaire like him? But then it dawned on me that they probably acquired this place through their illegal activities.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?