Playing With Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

Preview-Book Name: Her Playboy Contract Husband Genre: Billionaire Romance Female Lead: Blair Monore (A Simple coffee barrist Male Lead: Zeke Armani (The playboy billionaire Supporting Character B: Aurora (Blair's Best friend since childhood World Set: Set in a modern world in New York Theme: Love, Romance, Lust, betrayal Blurb-What do you do when you need to clean up your past and image especially if you're the most talked about man on earth and in the country! #Clean up your reputation and silence the scandal #Start a new leaf of life. Billionaire CEO Zeke Armani the notorious scandal faced bad boy has built quiet an infamous reputation for himself. Definitely not by intention of course bu

I have been trying my very best to avoid her. Not able to concentrate any more on the novel I am reading titled "The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride", which is somehow related to what is about to happen to me, I drop the book. I picked this book up from the bookshop I went to yesterday because of the title. I am going to be a billionaire's wife too very soon and I am also unwanted. I want to know what happened to the billionaire's bride who was unwanted by the billionaire. Getting to where the billionaire was treating her harshly made my heart sink so low that I feel like the same thing is going to happen to me too.

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?"

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

“Save your apologies for yourself! I’ll never believe a word that comes out of that mouth of yours!” As I tried to walk away for the second time, Zane stopped me again by gripping my hand. I turned my head to face him, my nose flaring in rage. “I’ll make it up to you, Em.” I hated the way he sounded cool despite the intensity of this moment. I wasn’t surprised, though. He wasn’t a victim in any this. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I just want to make it up to you.” I continued to glare at him, rage almost suffocating me. It disgusted me that he thought he could always correct his mistakes with money. I wish I could take away his billionaire title and watch what he would become without all t

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

“She’s a lucky woman.” I forced a tight, polite nod. Once the door clicked shut, I reached into the breast pocket of my charcoal blazer and pulled out the small red velvet box. I flicked it open. The overhead light caught the three-carat, flawless, oval-cut diamond, throwing back brilliant sparks of color. A quiet fortune—spent without telling a single soul, not even my family.

Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series. ************ With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right? The only hitch? I’m falling for him.

She was worried and requested that I tighten the security in my house and be very careful. "I've prepared some delicious food, mother. Should I bring it for you to eat?" I asked. She laughed and asked me to bring the food. I went to the kitchen and brought the food. She ate, and we began another discussion. "I met this beautiful girl while I was relaxing at Lagos Beach. Her beauty and physique were unmatched. Mother, I think I love this girl," I opened up to my mother, and she laughed. "Are you sure you're not just carried away by obsession? Why would you see a woman for the first time and start loving her? That's strange!" My mother understood the kind of person I was. I was the kind of bil

They say New York chews you up and spits you out if you're not paying attention. I always thought I was exempt. I was the one who nipped back. But standing in the gold-plated ballroom of the Whitmore mansion, observing a battalion of florists running about as Selene Whitmore scrolled through her phone with an air of owning the world, I wasn't so sure anymore. My heels echoed on the marble as I walked to her, clipboard in tow, nerves tingling under my skin like radio interference. Selene did not lift her head.