Playing With A Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

Charity had a way of softening people’s hearts and I took the opportunity to reach out to more clients. Rylee still had me in the neck and I was still thinking of what to do. I knew she had feelings for Manolo but it just wasn’t right. She was carrying me. No child of mine was ever going to be in the way of their lovemaking episodes. I was attracted to her but I knew I could never get her to like me too. I had lost but I was contented. No woman was ever going to make me beg for attention or love. Montelle was trying all possible best to get me to love her but women were disgusting to me at that time. I knew I wasn’t the only billionaire she was scouting and most definitely not one of the one

As if I should talk. My entire family fortune was built around lies, violence, and coercion. It was dog-eat-dog in the world I grew up in, although Papa had kept me rather secluded from most of it. It came to a point where seeing men with guns strapped to them and literal suitcases of obscene amounts of cash was commonplace. So, if I could manage to live in that world, then a few snotty sorority girls should be easy enough. I’d learned the hard way that heels were never the way to go, so I was sporting a pair of bright white runners that were so comfortable that it felt like I was walking on air with each step I took.

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

he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car.

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

they both belt out at once. Maryanne makes eye contact with Max, stress building up on her shoulders and irritation forming in her chest. He cocks his brow and curls the edge of his lips in another smirk. He is rich and can hire any amount of lawyers he wants, in order to get his way. How can she possibly win against him? He is a bull and will bulldoze his way through any obstacles, finding any way he can to get what he wants. What if she really loses Riley to a rude and crass billionaire who broke her heart?

It felt invasive; like she was digging her nails into my soul and somehow peeking into my thoughts. “That’s what you get for being such a conniving, deceitful person! You even have the audacity to attempt to seduce my boyfriend when you already have Aiden, the most powerful and wealthiest man on earth. How many men do you need? Wow, don't think you can just take them all for yourself?”

Even her likes and dislikes change frequently in ways that feel confusing and unclear. As a result her relationship partner leave her or vice versa. Aliyah wants to say goodbye whenever she noticed there is a change of treatment than usual from her partner. She end the relationship to avoid the feeling of being hurt or the feeling of being abandon. On the other hand, Atif life is the opposite of what Aliyah have. He is consider as a young billionaire in the society where he belong. He has all possessions that needed in order to be happy or successful. Atif seemed to have everything – good looks, charm, and plenty of money.

They both turned to look at her and they didn't look terrified, surprised, or display any form of emotion at all. Xalia wanted to apologize but she was curious about one thing. What Emily had just said. Jack isn't a billionaire, he is a millionaire so how did he become a billionaire in one night? “What do you mean, cheers to being the latest billionaire in the city?” Xalia asked nervously with her voice trembling and Jack smiled. “Oh, your lawyer hasn't called you yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “You signed everything you have ever had to me last week after I gave you the best fuck of your life. You have nothing, Xalia. All you have ever had is in my name!”

“How would it work?” “You’d move in with me,” he said. “You won’t leave the house. You won’t do anything without my permission. I’m not looking for a partner, Sophia. I’m looking for a plaything, a pet, a toy.” His eyes searched my face. “Do you think you can do that?” Shock stole my voice. I had come prepared to sell my body for my mother’s safety. I’d known it wouldn’t be dignified, but I hadn’t expected this level of bluntness.