Playing The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Me and Lady Selene definitely have a lot of things to say after dinner. "Hi Bree, I'm Alexander Pierce," I said. "Nice to meet you Alexander, I'm Bree Thatcher. The only daughter of the royalty." She was full of herself and pompous and rude, I didn't like it. "Nice to meet you Bree, I'm a billionaire if you have no idea. The youngest number 1 billionaire in New York," two can play the game. She is living off her parent's money, I am living on my own money.

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!

“Long story. I have intentions of pursuing her. I hope you don’t mind.” The billionaire was quiet. Casually, he thought of the new gun he had just purchased, all the way from Russia. That’s right, he hadn’t had the opportunity to test it out yet. Maybe this was the chance he was waiting for. “I’ll compensate your family for your death.” “You are too kind.” The call ended and Vaughn glared down at his phone. He called for his secretary a moment later. “Get the jet ready. We’ll go on a little trip.”

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

ONE of them asked. The billionaire did not even bother to answer. His henchmen took his silence for consent, and one of them pulled out their weapon. “I am not Alexander!” my voice rang louder than I thought it would, and real fear hit at the pit of my stomach as the chair turned around and I finally found myself face to face with the most ruthless billionaire in the entire country. I shut my eyes, believing that my punishment would be worse if I dared to look at him. “What joke is this Justin? Why do you bring me a fucking woman in place of Alexander?”

“You have done enough for me today. You didn’t have to stay up to wait for me as well.” “I like these moments.” I said, hugging my legs slowly as I turned to face him completely. “What moments?” “When the house finally stops pretending to be a corporation. You know, when it turns into something that can actually slip into the idea of a home.” That actually made him laugh. “Fair.” “So,” I said lightly. “What does a billionaire do at a club if he can’t see the chaos?” “Listen to it.” He muttered, making me smile. “And?”

"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.

The man who had calmly dropped to one knee, held my hand carefully, and accepted my cheap envelope in the dark… Was the richest, most powerful billionaire bachelor in the state of New York. My phone buzzed again. A text from Joel flashed across the top. Joel: You crazy bitch! Did you plan this?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to my family by dragging Nathan into your game?! The phone slipped from my numb fingers and clattered onto the concrete. I stared down at the screen, then looked back toward the dark gates of the estate down the block. My chest heaved. The air was gone from my lungs. “What did I just do?” I whispered to the empty street.

If he wanted a clown, why did he not just purchase a N*****x subscription and watch comedy shows? She blinked a few times. She felt like she was going to lose her sanity. "Hello?" he asked again on the other line. "Are you still there?" Oh no, I am not here anymore. You should be nervous, her brain whispered. Rich people are really something else, right? They think of all sorts of things just to waste money. While those of us who are struggling in life would do everything just to earn money. That is life for you. "Yes." She even let out a breath after answering.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"