Novel & Cerita Playing With A Billionaire Novel Free

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

Despite my attempts to comprehend Barra's proposition, the idea of teaching a billionaire the art of seduction remained a perplexing puzzle. Why would a billionaire need such lessons? Wouldn't they typically hire professionals for such matters? Images of billionaires, both from real life and fiction, flashed through my mind. In novels, billionaires were often depicted as attractive, towering figures of wealth. If that's the type Barra was referring to, well, it might not be such a bad idea after all. Who am I kidding? That was wishful thinking. In reality, billionaires were often older, appearing worn-out and stressed. The likelihood of encountering a young, handsome billionaire was slim, ma

“You won’t regret this. You’ll be seeing extra cash flow coming in as early as next week.” “Thank you for the opportunity. To celebrate our new business venture, please feel free to enjoy the club. Drinks are on me, my new friends.” I’m the first to leave the office, mildly irritated by the flashing lights and over-excess. I have no plans to stay. My brothers can if they want to, but I’d much rather go home and get started on the next step of my plan. I’ve got meetings to arrange, deals to organize, power moves to the scheme. There’s no time to stop and celebrate. But I see her out of the corner of my eye. Time comes to a standstill. My heart stops, the air squeezes out of my lungs. Surely t

“Hope you have enough money saved up cause this would be the last taste of luxury you’d have in the next millennial “ my mother sneered “No you can’t pull out the investment nnttt “ Mr Smith stammered “We just signed a ten billion dollar worth deal and you pulling out would mean we’d have to pay back and that could cost us the company” “correction, you would have to pay back not we cause the Woods are closing all business with your family and reasons being a breach in contract, if you have any complaints you can take it to my lawyer and if that isn’t enough for you then how about a lawsuit then, that way your family would be completely destroyed” Dad added then walked out with my mum and me

I teased, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I admired the exquisite design of his living room. He laughed in response, his smile reflecting my playful tone. "Guilty pleasures? Let's just say I have a special corner for romantic comedies and action-packed blockbusters." I teased him further by raising an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Romantic comedies, huh? Who would've thought?" Alex's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Even a playboy billionaire needs a little escape from reality now and then." As we waited for our order to arrive, we walked over to the couch and found comfortable spots to sit. I settled in and grabbed a nearby cushion, hugging it to my

she caught the pillow and came running towards me and started hitting me on my head, "Do you think I grow some fucking money plant on my garden that you're asking for 75 million dollars?" I cover myself with my arms and pressed my lips. She isn't a person who takes bad news seriously, she's a bomb who hits others when the news isn't in her favor. Someone should've warned me about this before throwing me directly in front of her. None of the goddamn profile notes told me about her temper or how a tiny person like her is capable of bruising you. what is this a pillow fight? I scoff, aren't those supposed to be sweet and romantic? this is the exact opposite of what a real pillow fight looks lik

🇺🇲 New York City 🇺🇸 ∆•Club Xhrine•∆ The music from the sound systems in the club was so deafening and blaring as always that airy evening. Bella sat still, a stub of half smoked cigarette stucked in between her left fingers, as she smoked. She hadn't been herself since Raghav left the States without her, she had felt broken, and used. But she wasn't going to relent or give up that easily, never, she had plans to execute her wish well, she was going to be the bride of the Prince, if not now, then later. Raghav can't just toy with her heart and leave just like that, she wasn't someone any guy plays with.

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

I whispered, the name catching in my throat. ​I squeezed the silver Medusa drive in my palm until the metal bit into my skin. He was up there. He had walked into the light so I could disappear into the dark. It was the ultimate "Face-Slap" to my own cynicism—the billionaire I’d planned to bleed dry had just paid my way out with his own life. ​Don’t be a fool, Elara, a cold voice in my head hissed. He’s a Thorne. He’s playing a longer game than you are.