Spoiled Queen And Her Old Money Billionaire Novels & Stories

In other words, she was now stinking rich. "So, what's it like to be filthy rich?" I smirked. "It feels like I am going to be robbed or murdered anytime," Rose said. "That's morbid. Who would murder you? Me?" I gasped. "I'd like to see you try," she laughed. "So, now that I am filthy rich, I am going to make you my bitch!" her face brightened. Oh hell no. She will have to kill me first! "Is this any way treat the father of your child?" I walked closer and kissed her.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

She totally intimidated me with her tailored Chanel suit, impeccable make-up, and the whole upper-class aura. That day she came to drop off a wedding gift for them. She hugged and kissed Mr. Ramirez goodbye right in front of my mom, like mom didn’t even exist. When I murmured a “nice to meet you” to her, she didn’t even look at me and just walked right pass by me in her high heels as if I was dirt. Later I heard that she’s an Old Money. Her family is filthy rich and has some kind of royal lineage, seems like that Eason’s grandfather is a British Duke. Funny story, he really is a “prince” in every sense.

As Walliot was collecting his chips, he sighed and said, “Mr. Wade, your cards are really big this time, but my cards are still bigger in the end. Please forgive me!” Charlie was totally unconcerned as he waved his hand and said, “Take it. Take it all. This is just a small sum of money to me, anyway. It’s such a small sum of money to me that it doesn’t really matter anyway.” Olivia looked at the indifferent expression on Charlie’s face, and she could not help but sigh in her heart as she thought to herself, ‘He is really a rich good-for-nothing who comes from a wealthy family and spends money as he pleases! Looking at it this way, we will definitely be able to win over his Concorde tonight!

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

“I think I have enough money. As a wedding gift, I’ll pay for the gown.” “Bitch, I want a bridal gown from Atalier.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course you do.” “Wait. You’re serious?” She widened her eyes at me. “My husband is a billionaire, so yes.” “Yes! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She showered me with kisses until my phone rang. “Answer that. Maybe it’s your husband, asking for a quckie.” I picked up my phone. Spade knew where I was. In fact, Quinton was my driver today. “You’re right. It’s Spade. I hope not for a quickie. I like long, rough sex.”

“You look perfect.” “I feel like bait,” I muttered, forcing a smile as we descended the stairs. “And I hate that I might be right.” He smirked, guiding me with steady precision. “That’s the point. Tonight, you’re not prey. You’re a queen. And a queen uses attention to her advantage.” Easy for him to say. He’d been born into this glittering chaos; I’d clawed my way up from nothing. Now, all eyes were on us the perfect billionaire power couple, married on paper but bound by something far murkier.

“Girl! What kind of billionaire honeymoon keeps you this quiet for weeks? Don’t tell me you’ve been locked in silk sheets and sex fumes.” Sherry forced a soft, amused laugh, though it tasted bitter. “Something like that.” She didn’t dare admit the truth: the honeymoon had been a hollow echo, a script played out for the world while they danced on opposite sides of an invisible war. Still, Sophie deserved a version of the fantasy. “I mean, it’s Enzo Blackwood, Soph. Billionaire, arrogant, bossy as hell. Do you think I got much sleep?” Sophie squealed on the other end. “God, I knew it! You always get the ones who look like sin in a suit. Spill! How is the latest couple in town doing today?”

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

“It's a massive success” Mrs Valeria namely the queen of this town and the proud CEO of the largest bar and hotel in the country was saying over the classical music in the background, her poise proud and snobbish. Oh right, and she was also the one who had given me the contract to prepare this party tonight. I stood beside her, looking smaller compared to her taller frame. “I'm glad to be the one to whom you entrusted this,” I said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect