Submitting To The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“We’re both circling the same acquisition target. It’s a clean company with a rare infrastructure license. You want it. So do I.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Not surprised you’re circling the carcass.” “Oh, come on,” Christian said, almost cheerfully. “You’ve had your fun playing the ethical billionaire. Why not let the big boys handle this one?” Adrian’s gaze darkened. “You think I’m going to hand it to you on a silver platter just because you walked into my building like you own the place?”

What's the guarantee that I would be allowed to move freely when I eventually get married into a billionaire home? There was every possibility that all my activities would be monitored and I won't be able to come to this hideout to paint. So the best thing was to come clean with them. Most especially, Sterling. He might be of good help. “I will advise you to tell your fiancé. It might be the one good boost you need to showcase your work to the world. Remember, he is a billionaire. He also has a sister who has millions of followers… I mean thirty-five million loyal followers. So, what do you say?”

I turned it off completely, just powered down and shoved it in my pocket because I couldn't handle one more call or text or demand for my attention. The bet was public. Not just the existence of it but the details, the mechanics, the calculated cruelty of everything we'd done. And people were reacting exactly how you'd expect—with outrage and disgust and calls for consequences. #BillionaireBet was trending on T*****r. Think pieces were already being written. Someone had started a petition demanding we be banned from every private club in Manhattan.

"Michael, you know how much I've waited and longed for this very opportunity to seek revenge. Do you think something as feeble as love will make me dump my mission? This is something we've been planning for a long time." "You know how we planned this all from the beginning. How we both paid off Mr. Edwards' capable workers to leave the business, how we were able to infiltrate the company's inner circle by buying off one of the directors. How we were able to send one of us to meet Edward to come to me for financial support, the banter and back and forth we had with Edwards before he finally agreed to sell his daughter to me?"

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Whatever bliss we had together was momentary and it was gone. "Damn!" Tom exclaimed, jolting me out of my thoughts. He looked surprised, his brows raised as he scrolled through his phone. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked. "What?" He whistled, passing me the phone. "Who could have thought that the billionaire would get hooked? The world sure is full of surprises." I stared at the article he was reading, scrolling through until I got to a picture. A gasp slipped past my lips in shock.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

If he wanted a Queen, I would give him the Virgin Queen—untouchable, frigid, and lethal. ​"The bids are already hovering at fifty million, Ms. Smith," Rachel said, her voice crackling through the car's intercom as we swerved through the rain-slicked streets. "König Industries opened with a formal offer that bypassed the preliminary rounds. He’s trying to bake the competition out before the sun is even up." ​"He’s posturing, Rachel. Matthias likes the theater of power as much as the power itself," I replied, though my grip on my tablet tightened.