Playing With The Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

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."

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?"

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

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.

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.

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

"I want the portrait “. I whispered jokingly knowing Alexander was going to make it mine. For some reason I just wanted Daniel to feel worthless, I had not seen him in years but seeing him at tge gala spark hatred and mis wasn't left out. Alexander stood up to beat the price even though intruded pretending to stop him but Alexander dudnt listen, he made sure the portrait was mine before assuming jus seat back. I smiled, Daniel and Mia disgraced, Alexander was a business mogul way richer than Daniel. Daniel was no match for him, the auction ended and everyone else extended pleasantries other proposing a business deal and some ladies gossiping how hot the men were.

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.