Playing The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “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.”

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

While she was still pacing, her eyes darted to the television screen to see images of Jamie dressed impeccably in business suits pasted all over the screen with the headline: The truth about the self-made billionaire and secretly wealthy business tycoon, Jamie Henderson, revealed. At first, Grace couldn’t believe what she was seeing on the screen. She took a step forward and squinted her eyes to re-read the words on the tv screen but they were the same, claiming Jamie was a self-made billionaire who had been secretly building a business empire for years and had hidden it while pretending to be a CFO for a growing financial company, whereas, his many businesses were being handled by his most

He didn't deserve to die. I took a sigh and placed the paper on the table and scribbled my signature on it. God knows I was not the rightful person to sign, I believe his real wife, the one he cherished, the one he wouldn't dare to hurt, was somewhere catching fun. Why wouldn't a billionaire be a player? They lie and joke with people's feelings, it meant nothing to them since they have enough money, they feel everything depended on it. "I'm done with this," I placed the paper on the table for the doctor.

I took his change from the drawer and placed it on the counter just like how he did to me,he didn't take it as he just placed his head in a table, My patience was wearing off and I wasn't going to keep calm anymore ,watching a billionaire sleep was never my aim. "Hey,Mr billionaire"I yelled,dont you have where to go,I thought billionaire have mansions, how you planing to turn this place to your home,you ,you dont know what they call working off one butt,you are just a spoilt billionaire,I really need to get home and you are wasting much of my time,I really need to be here as early as possible and I can't afford being sacked,I need to pay my mom debt"I blabbed.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

“Save your apologies for yourself! I’ll never believe a word that comes out of that mouth of yours!” As I tried to walk away for the second time, Zane stopped me again by gripping my hand. I turned my head to face him, my nose flaring in rage. “I’ll make it up to you, Em.” I hated the way he sounded cool despite the intensity of this moment. I wasn’t surprised, though. He wasn’t a victim in any this. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I just want to make it up to you.” I continued to glare at him, rage almost suffocating me. It disgusted me that he thought he could always correct his mistakes with money. I wish I could take away his billionaire title and watch what he would become without all t

He’d been wearing a mask that night. “Can you get him to speak?” I whispered. Richard nodded. “Stay here, okay?” He pressed a button and walked through a small side door into the room. “Hello, Carlos,” Richard said, his voice dropping into a deep, dangerous tone I’d never heard before. “I’m sure you know who I am. And I also know you kidnapped my daughter Lily,” He spoke casually as he sat across from him. The man smirked faintly. “Of course. You’re Richard Anthony, the billionaire. But I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Phillip Wellington. I had never met him in person. Cedric mentioned that he controlled much of the property sector, especially in the elite areas of New York City. He supported Annomali Enterprise, the main rival of Djohar Group, but through rather dubious means. Hoping to catch him? Don't even think about it. He was already shrouded in the dark curtains of his business.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.