Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Her words made me feel better. I laughed sarcastically to myself. What made me feel better? I just felt worse. That woman can use her husband's money as she pleases, while me? I have to use my own money to feed the four adults living in the house. "Sara!" Natty's shout brought me back to the present. Destroying the envy that came back after remembering her. "Yes?" Natty leaned closer, putting her lips to my ear. "The owner of this shopping center is coming to our store," she whispered.

It’s just so sad. I drop the letter and open the bag, it was indeed filled with stuff, money, clothes, canned foods and a well detailed information about the Vane Estate. I read through the information booklet. Master Lucian Vane, owner of Apex Vanguard Holdings, a trillionaire CEO. He controls almost — if not all of the businesses in the country. He’s that wealthy but not someone to be messed with, he is very dangerous. But that is the least of my problems. I just needed somewhere to lay low, somewhere no one would think to look for me and this seems like the best fit.

I asked in a very professional manner. "Daniel Bruno." His voice echoed and my hand froze while writing his name. "Daniel Bruno.” My lips moved. Smiling, he walked to the front of the desk, standing in front of me; he put his steel gray eyes into my curious gaze. "Yes, Miss Jane." He read my name from the name tag while smiling. "I own this place." He said and I trembled. He was Daniel Bruno, a famous ruthless billionaire. He was the owner of this place. He was standing in front of me.

"Grew up in London. And yeah, for a while I thought he was in London. You know how uptight, men like him could be. Unfortunately, he's back here in America and guessed what?" "The devil bought the organization I'm in partnership with." "Organization? You're partnership with many organizations, be more specific." "An organization called LAGS." "LAGS. I've heard of it before. They have several branches in the country." "Not only in the country, across the globe. And he bought the organization." "You mean the whole organization, like the organization in a whole?" "Yeah." "Oh my God. You didn't tell me he was that rich.." " He's a billionaire, Kaitlyn. And I think he must have grown more richer

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Grimshaw frowned. Hunter nodded. "I did." He didn’t explain why, and he didn’t apologize either. "Maisie." Mrs. Grimshaw said. "can you please go to your room?." I nodded and stood, but I didn't move fast enough. "I want that deal back" Alistair barked. "It's mine!" Hunter looked at their father. “I believe there are no set rules for this. Anyone with the highest number of partners gets the company. A man of principle like you wouldn't change the rules halfway through, would he?."

“This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.” I swallowed, the weight of her words pressing in. A boss with the world at his feet. She leaned in, lowering her voice as if she were about to spill state secrets. “Ever heard of Oceanview Oasis?” “Yeah…” I said slowly. “Don’t tell me it’s his?” Her grin widened like she’d just dropped a bomb. “Yep. All his.”

“He was crying, they took him aside. They asked questions. They said the car belongs to a billionaire. They said the man is angry. They want the whole door replaced. They took your number. They said the owner will decide punishment.” Pearl felt her throat tighten. A billionaire and a red convoy. Pearl ’s mind replayed every small detail she had heard about billionaires. Their influence, their power, their wealth, their obsession with their cars and their meanness. Pearl sat down slowly, her face drained of color. “Mama… you should have stopped him.” The grandmother lowered her head. “I tried, I did not see him move, I was holding Savior. I have really failed.” Pearl covered her eyes with bot

She pointed at herself. He nodded again. "But you know what? This boss is way too generous I guess, cause he rescheduled the meeting for me. And I do not think that every billionaire could do that." He was also agreeing with her as he took in what she was saying with a slight frown. "And you know who this billionaire owner is?" She asked him and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Mr. Callix Russells of the R Industry." She gushed out while his eyes went big as saucers.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.