Playing With A Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Due to his honesty, I never had trust issues. "Oh, dear. This is the real world. Status and finances matter. They are the basis of variation in the real world. Let me give some advice, woman to woman, you should run away and leave my darling boy alone. You will never be good enough for him, you will never deserve him and you will not continue to be in his life. I have stomached you disgusting pig for way too long."

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

Nathaniel sat on his bed trying to complete a puzzle as a means of distraction but it seems not to be as he had planned. He walked out of his room for the first time that day. He sat in his sitting room, admiring how elegant it was, while appreciating the reflection of his billionaire title in his apartment. A smile tugged the corner of his lips. "Hardwork pays!" He muttered. After a couple of minutes he rose up again and walked to his car outside. He looked at his wrist watch to have a knowledge of what the time says after which he started the car and zoomed off.

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She found it so hard to say. "What?!" Charm asked as if she hadn’t heard what had been said. Her eyes grew wide as she automatically stood up from her seat. "He brought a mistress to the mansion," Mandy repeated, looking up at Charm. "Bessy, how are you sure that she's his mistress?" Charm couldn't believe it. Although it was not impossible to happen, especially for a handsome billionaire like Andrew. "Bessy, what else could be the reason for a man to take home a woman?"

Whatever he heard was clearly not good. After a moment, he hung up slowly. “Alex?” Jasmine asked. “What happened?” He didn’t answer. Not yet. He unlocked his phone, checked something, and then his expression darkened even more. He turned the screen toward her. Jasmine’s eyes widened. Famous billionaire playboy marries a nobody—how sad. Phillips Heir settles for less? Who is this girl with no background? It felt like the words punched her in the chest. “Alex… what are we going to do?” she whispered.

Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg. The handler behind her slid three fingers into her pussy this time. Stretched her wide. Fucked her slow while everyone watched. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. Moans spilling out now. Loud. Shameless. “Ten million going once…” Dominic never looked away from her face. “Ten million going twice…” He mouthed one word. Mine. “Sold. To Mr. Kane for ten million dollars.” The room exploded in quiet applause. Some clapped. Some stared. Some already had hands in their dates’ laps.

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.