Submitting To The Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

Chloe asked with a confused face, while Mia frowned as well. "You know him?" Mia asked back, and Chloe rolled her eyes at her innocent question. She surely was unaware of the world. "Mia, he's 'The Alexander Ian', the Billionaire; the owner of Ian's company." Chloe explained, and Mia had her mouth hung open. Was he that famous?, she thought. "Why didn't you tell me before? What if the media comes to know about this contract? What about me? This orphanage? Everything will be exposed, she panicked and Chloe gave her a helpless look".

, he said with a chuckle. " Okay look here Alberto, we need to talk okay. It's way too low to drag my sister into this. How much do you want?", I asked. " Now we're talking muchacho!", he said excitedly, " you just show up here with a million dollars and you can have your sister, oh! and her boyfriend too", he added. " Alright, I'm on my way", I said and walked out of the office. ______________________________________________ *** At Royal Resorts*** " I better let the cops know about this", I thought and was about to dial their number when.....

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.”

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

I couldn't reject the offer about the personal assistant work which I saw on the sign board hours ago. Kara rasped in as they glared at each other. "Do you think it's the company of..." MR Anthony" the youngest wealthy billionaire of this country? Nova redolent so as Eliana nodded her head. " It could be nova" I also saw the post online this morning.

"Wesley didn't try to talk me out of it, he didn't like kids and he never liked the bastard, only Liam tried but my mind was made up. They helped secure that part of my life as I gave the baby up for adoption the moment she was born. Easy right?" I frowned. "Laurel that's cruel." "It isn't, when you're doing the right thing. You see they're many billionaire Playboys in this world Katy, majority of them inherited their family businesses. You know it's hard to see a self-made billionaire these days, people will just have to work for years before they can even be worthy of being called a millionaire. So if you encounter a billionaire, just know it's not an easy something. It takes a life goal t

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.