Playing The Billionaire Novels & Stories

His both hands inside his jacket pocket. “Where's it? His voice is urgent and demanding. “Here” Denver said, stretching out the money bag to him. “Drop it” Denver threw the bag across to him, scanning the place with his eyes to see if Lydia had arrived. Who still hasn't showed up yet. The blackmailer picked up the bag,turned back and started going towards the direction he came from. Denver sighed. Lydia betrayed him, and now his money is gone. He will surely be broke in no time, because it's pretty much obvious that this guy won't be satisfied.

She sighed in frustration and picked up the money she stole. "Arrrhhhgggg! 95$?? Are rich people poor this days?" she recently picked interested in pickpocketing but today wasn't just her day. She reluctantly took the money and walked out of the apartment with a dull look. It was past midnight and the only pharmacy opened by this time was the Underground health center. She used to work for them sometimes especially during the weekends or if they needed extra hands, so it was easy to fetch drugs here. Just as she walked past the alley, she met with a group of familiar thugs. "Not today please" she voiced in her heart.

"You really make it impossible for me to look at anyone else." "And I'm rich." Daniel raised and lowered his eyebrows, putting on an arrogant expression. "No! I've never cared about your wealth because I can buy whatever I want with my own money," Ghea argued. "Hah! As if that's possible. Come on, Ghe! I am a billionaire. I'm sure you've never seen one of these before." Daniel reached into his trouser pocket and took out his wallet. He pulled out a black card and pressed it against his wife's forehead. Ghea puffed out her cheeks before snatching the card from Daniel's hand.

But his eyes were ancient. ​"Everything is a game, Sara," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic baritone with a trace of an accent I couldn't place. "Most people just don't realize they've already lost until the clock runs out. You, however ... you look like someone who knows exactly when to strike." ​"I don't play for fun," I countered, my voice like steel. "I play for keeps. If you’re here to talk about the Westside project, save your breath. The bid is ours."

“So that is why he’s with Alex. He’s playing him.” Lydia nodded, a fierce glee in her eyes. “He played everyone. He played me. He was so fucking worried about money, all the time, about providing, about taking care of her… and it turns out that he’s been playing poor to take his fucking shot at a billionaire.” She couldn’t help but admire the balls on him as she explained. He hadn’t just robbed from someone richer than him to get ahead temporarily until he had to go back into hiding or something. He’d robbed a rich fucking billionaire. A bank.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Dylan didn’t even know that billionaires can be hurt by knowing someone will leave them. Billionaires used to be imperfect, and they didn’t care about people who leave their life. However, Luke is so different—that’s why he is a charming billionaire that captivated the young and reluctant Dylan Cohen. The warmth of love is only present when he is with him. Dylan is not worth ten million pesos—but an immeasurable price worth of his treasures. The pretty boy approached him and then looked at his grey eyes. Those warm amber eyes of his sugar baby are soothing his soul and inner peace. Dylan smile genuinely as he holds his sugar daddy’s face. His toes ascended him to his tall lips.

Immediately he heard her answered, he flings the door open, march to her desk, pick up the TV control and put it on. The heading news was just as he read from his phone. The cold-hearted billionaire has gone missing. Anna ended her phone call when she saw the news heading, she took a few stride to Khalifa and lean closer to him, her eyes glued to the screen on the wall. "Is there someone else known as the cold-hearted billionaire? Tell me he is not the one, no he can't be." Anna said. Khalifa put off the TV and spun around. "Sis, he's the one, he's the only businessman in the whole city L that's referred as cold-hearted."

He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never for once thought because he was rich he could oppress people with his wealth. _____ The moment he entered the house was when Alexa was done with Topaz and his breath got hitched in his throat as he could not understand what and who he was starting at. She was heavily endowed with beauty and her dimples didn't make it any easier as she smiled an unwavering s