Playing With A Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

“I realized something yesterday—I don’t need to be married to take revenge on Liam and Clara.” Liam and Clara? Her ex and...who? She chuckles, leaning closer. “I mean, I don’t need marriage for revenge, but marrying you is a bonus. You’re a billionaire, and I can flaunt our wealth—” “Our wealth?” I cut her off, incredulous. “I thought money didn’t interest you?” “Well, yes. But isn’t it ours now?” “Shut up,” I snap, turning away again. “Whatever. Just listen. Liam and Clara won’t last, you know?”

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

Just lips, just breath, just them. Isabel closed her eyes and whispered, “Who would have known me coming to have a baby for a billionaire would have a happy ending.” And with that, she broke the fourth wall and smiled right at you, the reader, like she had been waiting to say it all along.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

Maybe I'll just pay Loren back for the money he lent me for paying my fees. “We’re here,” I rolled my eyes to see where we'd come to a halt and observed a tall, pitch-black door. “Now that is a really gigantic door.” I mumbled. Is it really necessary for it to be as large as a church entrance to be attached to the billionaire's room? It's also really gloomy— but wait, I can't see any handle where we can open it. As Aunt Elsie drew nearer to the humongous door, I kept an eye on her.

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

"Why can't you love me just like you love Malia? I have a pretty face just like her's, I can satisfy you in bed, I can also be the perfect girlfriend and wife for you and also I can become the mother of your children. Maybe the only thing I don't have is wealth, I'm not as wealthy as the billionaire heiress but my love is enough for us to conquer the world together" "Yeah you were right when you made that statement. You aren't wealthy like the billionaire heiress but I know you don't love me, you just love my money and you want to trap me in your love so you could get your hands on all my properties and become the owner you greedy woman. Just so you know you can't have your cake and eat it"

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

I scoffed then said, "Novels are nothing but fairy tales and real life isn't a fairytale." "Stop ruining my fun!" Malia yelled at me with a small giggle, she always dreamed about her future love coming to her, riding his white horse and I always try not to break her dreams but I still gotta keep her in the range of our reality. I was about to answer when my phone started ringing and as usual, I answered it without looking but immediately regretted my decision when I heard who it was. "Hey, Princess." Yep, instant regret because now I'll have to deal with his playfulness but I better get used to it, I will be staying with him for a full year after all.