Playing With The Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

“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!”

Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg. The handler behind her slid three fingers into her pussy this time. Stretched her wide. Fucked her slow while everyone watched. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. Moans spilling out now. Loud. Shameless. “Ten million going once…” Dominic never looked away from her face. “Ten million going twice…” He mouthed one word. Mine. “Sold. To Mr. Kane for ten million dollars.” The room exploded in quiet applause. Some clapped. Some stared. Some already had hands in their dates’ laps.

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!”

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?”

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

"Play me, baby. I want 'you' to make me lose control." The sight had me clenching my pussy. Johnny, blindfolded, cock hard and on display, legs spread wide—offering me a belt like a gift. Like he needed to be handled. A surge of déjà vu crashed through me, but this wasn’t the same. Not even close. He wasn’t teasing me with power. He was giving it up. Who would believe me if I told them that the Johnny Miles—powerful, domineering, billionaire womanizer—was now sitting obediently on a chair, ready to be played like a fucking toy?

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:

"Partners." ***** This Concludes 'The Billionaire's Bride' However you can meet Beth and Richard again in 'Mastering the Virgin and 'Buying the Virgin'