Second Chance With My Billionaire Novels & Stories

And now here we were. Why should I even act surprised at this point? As if I haven’t been bracing myself for this very moment all along. He managed to get me into the lift and the other one followed behind. I was still lost in my thought, thinking about how foolish I must’ve been to believe life could just magically flip for the better… just because I happened to be the sister of someone who met a billionaire online? A billionaire she never even met in person, never saw on a video call? Yet he still went ahead and showered her with gifts and riches?

In the end, excitement won. I couldn't wait any longer. Inside my purse was a small white envelope containing the ultrasound image that had changed my life forever. Twins. I was carrying twins. Even now, the thought felt unreal. A soft laugh escaped my lips as I walked into the hotel's marble lobby. What would Ethan's face look like when he found out? Shock. Joy. Maybe even tears. Most people knew Ethan Blackwood as a ruthless billionaire CEO, but I knew a different version of him. The man who kissed my forehead when I fell asleep on his shoulder. The man who remembered exactly how I liked my coffee.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

As a rebirth. Manu's eyes widened. I opened the box. The diamond shone like a second heart pulsing between us. "Manu," my voice came out firm, certain, whole— "will you marry me?" She didn't breathe for a few seconds. No one breathed. The whole world waited for that answer. Then she cried. Laughed. Sobbed. And threw her arms around my neck. "Yes!" her voice came out broken and beautiful. "Yes, Ravi… yes!"

"Oh, this is going to be fun." "No one." Daniel's words came out hard and final. "No one treats our family like that and walks away intact." Alexander stood up and walked to his desk. He pulled out some papers and signed them quickly, then handed them to me. "These are share transfers. You now own forty percent of Morrison Holdings. You're a billionaire, Isabella. You have your own money, your own power. You never have to depend on anyone again." I stared at the papers with numbers that didn't seem real – billions, with a B. I was worth more than Marcus and his entire family combined.

A long silence ensured, as we both basked in it while waiting for the doctor. “Sonya, are you sure about this?” She suddenly blurted out. I turned, facing her. I scanned her face for any sign of unseriousness but all I got was a stern look. “Yes, I am Stacy; I don’t have much of a choice, I made a mistake before and this is the only way I can make it right” I said, trying to convince her. “Sonya, what if you regret this later,” she probed further. An awkward silence ensured,

I got ready and she drove us to the city that I had been dreading to go to. I left everything behind and yet here I am again going back. I just looked out and so much had changed since then. I have changed, everything around me has changed. And I know for certain that even Conan has changed. I would stalk him on the internet, and he has been doing well. When I knew him he was a millionaire and now I hear that he has reached billionaire status. He is still the most eligible bachelor like when I met him. Eligible bachelor huh, so people don’t know that I am legally still his wife?

The opportunity hadn’t come up until now. “I’ll sign it.” The estate agent was saying something to try to sell the house more, but Jonathan had already made up his mind. “Right. Right, Mr. Taley.” A huge grin crossed the man’s face as he placed his briefcase on the table and took out a contract form. In twenty minutes, top, the contract was signed, making Jonathan the brand new owner of a penthouse. The cost had run into hundreds of millions, but Jonathan saw it as a good investment. Plus, he could easily afford it.

“Fuck it. I’ve seen enough. I’ll have to call Mark downtown and see if he’ll let me poach one of his sous-chefs.” “James,” he says. “You want to see this girl.” As I said before; Al is the one person I truly trust, so if he says I should see her, then I should see her. “Okay,” I tell him. “Send her in.” A lot of guys with my kind of money would have invited all of those girls back to his bedroom for the night and run through them like a hungry bear gorging himself on honey. But truth be told, I’m over that playboy lifestyle. I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-las

Noah scoffed. Averill felt a lump in her throat. Her stomach was rumbling like a storm was happening inside. Her heart felt like crashing. 'Is this how you see me? I'm really pathetic.' "That is not it, Noah," "What? Wouldn't it be more beneficial for you if you married me? I'm a billionaire. I'm at least richer than you and your family combined. I can give you everything! More fame. Money. Power. Name it!" Noah isn't thinking straight. He's simply spouting insults to the woman.