Saved By The Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they'd escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world's elite. Couldn't make it too bloody though I'd like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions. I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She'd agreed to have the sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I made sure I was alway

I said, about to return to the corridor and bumping into someone in the process. "Well, look who's living in the Bragança mansion..." "Luciano!?" I exclaimed, startled, taking a few steps back instinctively, seeking as much distance as possible from that scoundrel. Luciano took advantage of the fact that we were both completely inside the room and pushed the door, closing it with a loud click that echoed in my head, horror taking over me at that moment. "So, you not only managed to survive in Rio de Janeiro but are also doing it in grand style," he sneered. "Tell me, how did you manage to hook the old billionaire's main heir?"

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

"One week. I give you one week. After this one week you will give me ten million money as compensation or spread your legs for me." He again leaned his face towards her making her flinch in her place. "If you failed to do any of this then be ready to sacrifice your dear friend." She shook her head in terror when her crystal blue orbs met his devilish gray ones. She slipped through his arm and sprinted out from his office as he was looking at her retreating form. ________________ Next will be updated soon. Do follow me here. Give your precious feedback. Follow my i*********m It’s Tzara_Saber. Vote my book with Jem. Will be glad. Till then Lovelies.

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

She’d passed six years ago, but he still bought them every Sunday. If not for the offshore savings my dad tucked away when I turned eighteen, and the ridiculously generous cheque from Mr. Howard, I wouldn’t be here. I didn’t even want that money at first. I told him so a dozen times. But he just kept showing up, looking all grandpa-ish with his wrinkled eyes and briefcase of guilt. “You’ll take it when the world gets too loud, Claire,” he’d said. And I did. Because at the time, I was jobless, pregnant, and hiding from a life I didn’t recognize anymore.

And now I didn't know if that hope was built on solid ground or just another carefully constructed illusion. "You okay?" Emily asked, studying my face. "You've been quiet all morning." I considered lying, keeping my problems to myself so I could focus on hers. But Emily deserved better than that. We'd spent too many years hiding things to protect each other. "I found out Christopher's a billionaire," I said, continuing to pack books into a box. "Like, actually wealthy. Forbes list wealthy." Emily's hands stilled on the sweater she'd been folding. "What?"

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.