Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

She pulled away, her eyes already brimming, “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d stop me.” “Stop you from what?” he asked, looking around, “this place looks like a museum.” “I’m a surrogate,” she said softly, “to the man who owns this house, a billionaire.” His mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.” “I’m not.” He stared at her, speechless, “you did this… for me?” “I had no choice.” He ran a hand over his face, pacing back and forth. “Isabel, this is insane. You… you’re pregnant? For a stranger?”

“Wow. Do I need to curtsy?” Everyone around me laughed, including Estelle, Linden’s wife, Sadie, Cendric’s wife, whom I followed on I*******m. Of course, I already met Adley. I’ve watched London Striker’s wife, on the internet, who owns a ready-to-wear clothing brand, London Hester. And they were all billionaires. Damn. I wished I could vanish right now. If this floor had a hole, it could swallow me now. I didn’t care.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

It was a family war, fought with high explosives and corporate blood. Dante didn't move. He stood like a statue carved from ice, his chest barely rising beneath his ruined, soaked shirt. The cold, untouchable billionaire who commanded boardrooms and dictated market trends had evaporated, replaced by a dark, dangerous predator staring directly into the jaws of a ghost he thought he had buried a decade ago.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

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he said, his eyes shining with excitement. We stepped inside, my gaze sweeping the dimly lit interior. Hayley nudged me. "Wow, this place is spacious!" She exclaimed. "Yeah, plus it's in a very good location, this place would have cost millions." I chimed in. Daniel turned to face me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "It's owned by a billionaire. Apparently, he owns a lot of clubs." "Really?" His gaze drifted over my shoulder, his eyes locking onto something behind me. "That's the billionaire over there," he said, his voice low, nodding subtly.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.