Novel & Cerita Playing With A Billionaire Novel

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:

The Thorne penthouse wasn't a home; it was a testament to untouchable wealth. Blake, the driver, escorted me through a private elevator that bypassed every floor of the skyscraper, opening directly into an apartment that felt less like a living space and more like a museum. It was stark white marble, cold steel, and silent, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down on the entire city. My small, cluttered apartment—filled with Lucas’s toys and the scent of Mia’s cooking—felt like it belonged to another universe entirely.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

My daughter was asking her billionaire father about a school play while I tried to remember how to form coherent sentences. My phone vibrated on the table, breaking the spell. It was a news alert. *FINANCIAL TIMES: Hale Holdings Stock Plummets 15% in Early Trading Amid Fraud Allegations. I looked up at Louis. He was watching me, his expression unreadable. He gave a single, slight nod. He had started. The war was public. A cold thread of fear wound through the warmth in my belly. This was the other side of his power. Not just luxurious houses and gentle hands. This was destruction on a galactic scale.

Leon once described a stripper he admired as having no cushion for the pushin’. Can he win back Juliette if he had the facts? That was the question Michael would consider giving away his fortune for. But until then, he’d carry on with his other plan that included Aria. Determine her willingness and competence to meet his requirements. Finally clean, Michael stepped out of the shower and dried off. He went into his bedroom and picked up his phone. With a few clicks, A.K. Crusader’s books downloaded to his tablet. He stretched out on his bed naked to let the air dry his body fully and opened the first novel.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

"I think I've read this exact plot in a romance novel. This is the part where you come into his life and transform him into a kind-hearted millionaire." Evelina couldn't help rolling her eyes once again. Sometimes she wondered if her best friend spent more time reading romance novels than living in the real world. Every situation somehow reminded her of a happily-ever-after, no matter how unrealistic it sounded. "Unfortunately, this is called reality and such things do not happen in the real world. Adrian is exactly who he is... mean and cold-hearted. In fact, we're moving into his house very soon. That's part of the deal." "You mean his mansion?" Ava asked.

“So that is why he’s with Alex. He’s playing him.” Lydia nodded, a fierce glee in her eyes. “He played everyone. He played me. He was so fucking worried about money, all the time, about providing, about taking care of her… and it turns out that he’s been playing poor to take his fucking shot at a billionaire.” She couldn’t help but admire the balls on him as she explained. He hadn’t just robbed from someone richer than him to get ahead temporarily until he had to go back into hiding or something. He’d robbed a rich fucking billionaire. A bank.

Book 4 is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret baby series. ——————- I had a one-night stand with my billionaire boss and surprise! I’m pregnant. And he cannot know. Travis Caldwell. The chiseled Greek god in a suit. It all started when I sold my company to him, which made him my new boss. We were instant enemies. His plans for my business make me want to scream. But before I know it he’s making me scream in the bedroom.

"Easy for you to say. What do you elusive billionaires do anyway? I am curious now. What exactly do you guys do other than attending meetings?" Bash raised his eyebrow in a questioning look. "Elusive billionaires?" I nod my head. "There's no clear explanation about your work in those novels I read. Let's hear out. What do you do?" "By novels, you mean the one you and Shalini read about how a normal girl married to a billionaire and taught him how to love?"