Spoiled By Four Billionaires Full Movie Novels & Stories

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Fallyn sounded like he was in high spirits. How could he be unhappy at this point? A ten-million-dollar sponsorship had come out of nowhere. His movie now had a total of 16 million dollars in sponsorship. Furthermore,. he no longer needed to bow to the whims of the ignorant sponsors and swap out the actress he was most satisfied with. "Got it! Thanks director!" Miranda had just hung up when the door opened with a creak- it was the sleepy-looking little pumpkin. She squealed in happiness and threw herself onto the little pumpkin, hugging and kissing him fiercely, "Darling! You're my lucky star! You've helped me avoid disaster every time!"

She put her hand on her ear and whispered the information she gathered about the five men so far. When Ryan heard the information, her eyes widened in shock. “IS THAT TRUE?!” Ryan shouted, sitting on four legs. If she has a tail, it’ll probably wag in excitement. “I heard that they are rich. But not to that point!” “Believe me, my friend, my heart of capitalism beat so hard when I learned that my possible brothers-in-law are billionaires. I dreamed of bathing in a bathtub full of dollars.” The two crazy women looked at each other and laughed so hard.

Two million dollars was more than necessary, and four million dollars was simply too much! Not wanting to become the laughing stock, Brie lifted her paddle in the air again and said, "Five million dollars!" A smile made its way to Caroline's face as she calmly raised her paddle and said, "Ten million dollars." The crowd inhaled sharply. Ten million dollars … Was she out of her mind? Or was the rumor true that she'd gotten herself a rich man and was now capable of squandering so much money?

"Wipe the floor with your dirty sleeves, driver," Kiara ordered coldly, her absolute victory echoing on the quiet terrace. "And keep the tip. You clearly need it to buy better bandages before I make you drive me home." The crisp, pink five-hundred-rupee note floated gently through the air, landing softly in the puddle of diluted blood and freezing condensation near the toe of Aryan’s scuffed shoe. The three billionaires—his former brothers—watched in breathless, morbid fascination. They desperately wanted to see if the great Aryan Singhania still possessed a single ounce of human dignity. They wanted to see if he would finally break and scream.

“From a safety standpoint, Montana makes sense. It’s far. Quiet. The Vales don’t know her. They don’t know where you grew up.” He’s right. But going back feels like admitting I failed. Like crawling home with nothing to show for everything Heather sacrificed. “I left her to build a life,” I say. “And now I’d be going back pregnant and hiding from a billionaire’s family.” Faith squeezes my hand. “You’d be going back alive. And with her great‑grandchild.” The words hit harder than I want them to. Ivan clears his throat. “There’s another option.” I look up. “What option?”

He’d been buying them. I leaned back slightly in the chair. The man was dead already, he just didn’t know it yet. “He’s dirty,” I said calmly. Vincenzo stared at the screen quietly, “How dirty?” I clicked another file open, pictures filled the monitor. Young girls entering Whitmore’s private jet. Different cities, different dates but same handlers. Adriano’s expression went flat, “Well,” he muttered, “Looks like we’re ruining a billionaire tonight.” I looked toward Vincenzo, “Do you want him bankrupt first,” I asked evenly, “or suicidal?”

I mean, these guys didn't even consider that barbarity a betrayal anymore. "Because we're fucking billionaires, damn it! We have tons of money in our bank accounts and countless assets, we're so influential and powerful. So why not take advantage of the things we can have?" Spencer revealed. "And you should stop judging us so much, since you're not a fucking saint here either," he finished, looking at me mercilessly. The entire table became tremendously silent. I felt Laura remove her hand from my forearm, completely shaken. "Um… I think I'll go see how the kids are doing. Excuse me," she said, leaving the table and walking away.

I have never seen him so pissed off. However, my mind derailed into what was more important. The headline! I grabbed my phone and began to scroll through social media. Damnit! They were everywhere. Every major blog, bulletin and news site has the same headline. Whoever was leaking this wanted everyone to know. And boy, they painted me in no clean light. “Famous billionaire mogul settles down with a stripper and a single mother.” Mind you, the titles were kept in all caps just to stress it. As if that wasn't all, they were the comments. Jealous fans who probably had expected him to settle down with one of those popular models flocked to their keyboard spilling their hatred.