Submitting To The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Chapter 10- Sick NATHANIA's POV "Next up is The Late Show with Karson Miller, for their segment World's Youngest Billionaires of 2021." He shook his head and I stared at him. I think he rejected twelve or more already! "Ok---" "Do you want me to attend that interview?" He asked while looking at the laptop. Why is he asking me?

Penelope had asked, wondering what else she could do to prove herself if her work for the past five years wasn't proof enough. "You will be sent to Ludus on probation. And you have one major task that will determine if you will be promoted to the position of editor-in-chief or not," Susan had stated in simple terms. "What is the task?" Penelope had asked, her voice and enthusiasm dropping a notch as she leaned forward in her seat. "We want to feature the elusive billionaire CEO and most eligible bachelor in Ludus, Graham-Carlton Banks, in our next issue. If you can secure an interview with him and land the cover story, the position in Ludus is yours." Susan had said.

His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps. He must’ve found it hard—shouldering responsibilities that heavy... and now he’s getting married just to please investors. I guess we’re both in desperate need. Though, mine is purely financial. My aunt flashed in my mind. She’s the only reason I agreed to this. I inhaled deeply and kept reading. Nothing personal was written—just what the media already knew. The rest was fluff. The last page concluded the contract—with a space for my signature. I signed it. And just like that, we had a deal.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

“Send Ms Granger and Simon congratulatory gifts. Send them gifts worth hundreds of millions of dollars each. No. Make it a billion dollars each. Go nuts with those gifts. Just make sure the media talks about it. Make it big news and get it trending all over social media.” Betty looked just as confused as she felt worried for her boss. A huge part of her could understand the frustration the woman was going through. She had been cheated by her ex-husband in a manner that she never saw it coming. And now this—another man who she had slowly and surely started to consider a possibility was acting out on a whole new level. But the other part of Betty wanted to remind the billionaire in front of he

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

Yeah, she should be. If she is not on the pill, damn, you are in one big trouble. My subconscious mocked. I exhaled as I rubbed my forehead with my palm in distress and then got dressed for work. I own one of the largest publishing companies in New York and about two clubs, in which Neon lights is one of the two. Being a twenty seven years old billionaire, well self made billionaire has its perks. Like being on the tabloids and invited for interviews. But sometimes those perks are annoying and always so damn fraustrating.

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”