Playing The Billionaire Novels & Stories

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

‎ ‎ ‎—no it can't be, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎—," I tucked my falling hair strands behind, ‎ ‎ ‎"I'm not sure I know him Becky...." I swallowed. ‎ ‎"Oh, I was hoping you would know , ‎ ‎ ‎"Finn Emory, Billionaire, he plays the nasty business games and ends up buying up any company he picks interests in," ‎ ‎ ‎— ‎ ‎ ‎—he's made it public to be a major shareholder in your father's company for a while now,"

“But I won’t deny it—he’s gorgeous as hell.” What was she talking about? I followed her gaze. Electric black eyes scanned the room. People turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the crowded club with an air of superiority. Just like the first time he brought me here. A head-turning billionaire. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully guards his image. Magazines paint him as generous. A philanthropist. A donor. A man who runs an orphanage. Please. Even if the sea boiled or a volcano erupted, I doubt he’d spare a penny without purpose.

You don't get to come home to play happy family with some rich bitch. My jaw locked so tight my back teeth ached. I swallowed hard, feeling the raw, bruised tissue tear slightly under the fabric... my breath hitching as I adjusted the black silk until the heavy weave barely trapped the wound against my pulse. My father was waiting downstairs. The heiress was downstairs. Her father... the most predatory billionaire scout in the entire NHL... was down there, waiting to collect his collateral. I took one last cold, unblinking look in the glass. The untouchable Ashcroft heir. Immaculate suit. Dead eyes.

SAYS RIVAL TYCOON ALEXANDER VANCE. The article detailed a hostile takeover bid for Louis’s recently acquired chain of luxury resorts in Singapore and Bali. Alexander Vance was a newer, hungrier breed of billionaire—younger than Louis, with a reputation for dismantling “old-world” empires with digital-age ruthlessness and a gleeful disregard for reputation. He was a shark who enjoyed chumming the water.

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about. She smiled warmly at the twenty-four-year-old billionaire who touched her hand at any opportunity he got. The dealer pulled out another card for Ahmed and Catherine as they both made the hand signal. He took the opportunity to touch her palm again, sizing her up slowly. The fourth round ended with him as the winner. Catherine stood up to get a drink. “Wait,” Ahmed motioned towards Catherine. The deck was silent for a while. Rachel tapped her father, who had already seen clearly what took place.

I didn’t believe in fate; I didn’t believe in love. I always thought that I would never fall in love, especially with someone powerful; Rich. Yet fate and love fucked me in the face and I opened my eyes. I just want to enjoy my life; every moment; every second. One evening, one meeting, and my whole life will change. My job, my friends, my family, everything will change for me. Between love, betrayal, relationship, friendship, work, and family, will Nicolette Gray come out of this story happy, or will she fade away?

She nodded in agreement. Ashton took a better look at her. Her head was still bandaged properly and she was still connected to a drip. He sighed tiredly. "Stay with her Zachary, There's something I have to do." --- "Jace Lockhart, it says here that you are quite the debt owner. You borrowed 15 million from Mr. Sanchez and now he wants you to pay back. What do you have to say about this Mr. Lockhart?" Jace said nothing, he remained calm. Peterson sighed tiredly. "I'm telling you for the last time Mr. Lockhart, you remaining silence means you are guilty as charged."