Playing The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He raises an eyebrow. "What? Are you planning to run away with all my money?" Okay, what? "Jeez, of course not." "I would'nt put it past you, Cheyenne." I huff. "Are you going to answer the question?" He looks at me for a second, as if contemplating if he should answer or not. "I'm a billionaire, Cheyenne. Does that answer your question?" I stare at him, wide mouthed. A billionaire? Well, that changes things.

"He's a small-time criminal when compared to others how on earth did he get money to come to Italy?" Liam visibly tensed at that question. He put his phone back into his pocket and settled into the couch with Belle who immediately cuddled up next to him. "Now I know it'll be hard but please try to remain calm after what I'm about to tell you" "What is it, babe?" B asked concerned. "It turns out that Lana did a background check on you and found out about Brian she gave him a million dollars if he would take Jade out of the picture" "Oh my God!"

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

He pinned my other hand against the wall. "Boyfriend, huh?" he sneered. "I still don't believe you. You and your sneaky little brother have planned this. There's no way you'd be involved with that billionaire. He told you about them didn't he? You're lucky to even be born a Cunningham." "I don't care what you think or what you're talking about. I hate being Cunningham." His eyes narrowed. "How did you manage to get the guy to come here, huh? I almost want to believe in whatever scheme you're plotting. Did he even know who you are?"

The question is: Why the hell is he acting like this now? My phone buzzed on the coffee table—a text from Ilay. Ilay: Dinner tonight? There is a new place and I wanted to take you there. “The other billionaire?” Chloe asked, and I nodded. “My friend, I wish I were you. I let out a frustrated groan, collapsing onto the sofa next to her. "Don't. It's not a blessing; it's a curse. One is a straightforward, handsome man who wants to take me to nice dinners and doesn't play games. The other..." I gestured wildly toward the window, "...is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking!"

“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.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

And then another, until it becomes a continuous trail of hefty laughter that echoes off the walls of the entire luscious living room. I bend my head and cover my face with my palms, wondering how I ended up with this guy. He may be Kayden Jacobs, the wealthiest and sexiest billionaire in this city, but I doubt if anyone will believe their eyes right now if they get to see how he is behaving right this moment. Kayden is the only person I know who clears his throat twice before he laughs. He is the only wealthy billionaire I know that sticks out his tongue like a three-year old whenever he wins a game, especially if the game is Call of Duty.

She heard from many of her friends that young billionaires are known to flirt with girls and replace them like the ties on their shirts. Scarlett was a displaced girl immersed with problems up to her head. She thought he was planning to take her with him and exploit her helpless situation. Ace could see reels turning in Scarlett's head. He had an idea of what she was thinking about him. Ace did not know whether he had to go angry or laugh at the stupid girl. Normally he would not spend a second more with such sort of foolish people who doubted him in business. He is a damn billionaire who earns millions every day and every second is important to him but for this girl for whom he was going be

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.