Novel & Cerita Spoiled By Four Billionaires

Her phone rings, she looks down and sees Xavier's name on the screen. "How is it going?" Xavier teases. "It's not, we are on our way home. Order me pizza, I'll be hungry." "Cassie and I are heading out to the movies." "I hate you guys," Cara grumbles. "We love you too," Xavier says before hanging up. Cara shakes her head, a smile on her face as she thinks of how far she has come. How did she manage to get here? Going to a celebrity ball, sitting with a billionaire and carry two of his kids.

"You won't believe it. My dad gave me a million, but my dumb fiance spent everything on betting." She gasped. "Oh my gosh!" "Yes. And now, he keeps blaming me for our predicament." "Wow." She tugged the empty plates to her chest, shook her head at Seth. "I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. I thought you were responsible. I can't believe you squandered that great amount of money on betting." Seth looked down. "I'm so sorry. But well, I'm responsible now. She's pregnant, and the doctor confirmed that she's got six babies in her womb. I don't know how we'll take care of them."

Make you understand. Only you... The only one that stole my heart away... 🎶 🎶 I didn't know how I would react. If I would laugh or get mad by his serenade. I looked away while he was singing. Nonetheless, I couldn't deny that I was deeply moved by the way he sang the song. Who would have thought that a billionaire like Alexander Ricafort has this side of being cheesy? After Alex was done singing, I was surprised when he suddenly kneeled before me while handing me an enormous diamond ring.

He is so sick of this now. "Oh, my poor cry baby!!!" joked Zach and Paul laughed out followed by other members. WESFA gathered at Jack's place to console him after knowing about the scandal. It is not the first time this happened. Come on! they are number one pop group in the world and are all billionaires, still bachelors, no black mark in their career, clean family background, and with best behaviour. So, of course they will have millions of girls who are ready to die for them.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

They really couldn't bear to look at it. "Young Master, little Young Master and Young Miss are so good to Mariana. No matter what they do, they must always think of her." Mariana had brought them up alone. The main reason the two little fellows were shopping was actually for her. Kian calculated that this time, and the purchase price was already as high as ten million. Of course, this would also exclude the possibility that the two little guys wouldn't choose another product. The two of them dragged a bag of cosmetics and walked back in front of Bernard.

Aurora exhaled slowly. “I was terrified last night.” “But you acted anyway.” She lifted her chin slightly. “That doesn’t mean I knew what I was doing.” Adrian gave a faint smile. “You knew enough.” Before Aurora could respond, the doors behind them opened. Victor Kane walked in first, followed by Marcus Kane, Rafael Navarro, Lucien Vale, and Dominic Laurent. The room shifted instantly. Six billionaires. Six men who controlled industries, governments, and fortunes that dwarfed entire economies. And somehow, Aurora had become the center of their world.

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

Noelle’s POV ‘Oh shit. Oh shit’ I screamed internally as I dramatically dropped my iPad on the bed. I had gone up against the four power houses in the entire country. Probably the entire world. I had challenged them verbally and walked away unscathed. This was truly a dream come true. A huge dream came true. I calmed myself down and picked up my iPad again. Adrian Velrose, Dante Moretti, Kael Sorren and Lucien Kai. Adrien came from old money and commanded a lot of connections. He could raise or destroy any company with just the snap of his fingers.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.