Spoiled By Four Billionaires Full Movie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If anyone had told me that my first day as a secretary for a billion-dollar jewelry empire would feel like preparing for the Hunger Games, I would’ve laughed. Now? I’m sweating through my blouse like my soul is trying to escape. Peterson Industries—home of luxury, power, and salaries that could fix my entire bloodline—is a 98-story mirrored tower stabbing the New York skyline. From the sidewalk, the building gleams like someone polished it with liquid ambition. Inside, the air smells like wealth, espresso, and expensive perfume I will never afford.

She looked up, panic rising and when she squinted her eyes to make his face out, her heart barely calming, she gasped. “Ash?” He looked worse than she remembered. Bloodshot eyes, stubble, clothes wrinkled and damp at the collar. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a twisted grin. His voice was low, gravelly. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Let me go.” He leaned in, breath sour. “I heard you’re a fancy billionaire slut now. That true?” She pushed again. “Ash, stop.” He scoffed. “You used to throw me money to help with debt. Remember that? When you had some decency?”

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

Whereas Lucas and Nathalie had been working on their relationship, and the man trying to mend her crack with her on father too....another storm had been approaching both of them. The summer was about to end and perhaps with the arrival of the autumn some old memories had been uprooting again, on the airport a man clad in black jeans and shirt had just landed. And his arrival was no less than the emergence of the devil himself. 'Finally, I'm here!' Mr Diego, the potential groom for the Lancaster heiress had just arrived to marry his bride. YES! Nathalie's father had promised her to that young billionaire, but as Diego had a notorious and questionable reputation she refused.

Acuriouscat: “I know that what I am about to ask is not related to this post, but, why is our prince Xavier still called The zillionaire bachelor? Isn't he already married to chairman Vanessa? And why do people call him a Zillionaire? As far as I am concerned, I don't remember him having any company of his own. In addition, I heard that he has an important position in the T&N company. But I doubt that the T&N company made him a Zillionaire” User 234: “@Acuriouscat, you're right. We shouldn't call our prince Xavier a bachelor anymore. As for your other question, there was once a day when someone saw our handsome prince coming out of the 1st ranked company and took a picture of him. They belie

"So this is a double first class ticket of a spaceship for a trip to the moon." Avatia's mouth hung low, just like everyone else in the hall. No one saw that coming. Everyone was speechless. Avatia's eyes watered instantly and she looked up at him. "You did not have to. A seat per person is approximately $150,000,000. Its not necessary. Its a waste of money." Dreidan whispered back. "I've made much money than i can spend in a lifetime. There's no other better way than enjoying my wealth with the woman i adore. Its not called wasting, its called enjoying. I love you so much, wifey."

Adan Cheriton, the country's youngest billionaire. Every woman wants him in bed but he hardly looks at others. This is Becky's chance of having a good time with her boss and this means an additional eight thousand dollars in her bank account by just giving her body to him for a few minutes. Before Adan could turn, Becky is already undressed. "Good." He said to her as he admired her body. "Hmm…not bad. Where have you been all these while?" He asks her, not recognizing such a beauty for a long time.

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.