Taming The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He must've reveled in the thought that he was getting to me, but that was a contradiction. “Continue,” I tersed, giving him more opportunity to display his stupidity. “I want to listen to you now.” "You're a billionaire, Uncle,” he started again, heaving a sigh and looking as if he was bound to win this case. “I know that you're a wise man, but marrying Emily is not a smart decision. She's going to drain your business and everything you've worked so hard to achieve over the years, manipulate you into giving her whatever she wants... You're playing with fire, and I'm trying to warn you."

He had been so blinded by love, so consumed by his trust in Anita, she even agreed with him on everything when he talked about their future together,how shameless was she? Adrian stumbled back, leaning against a streetlamp for support. His mind replayed the scene of the car driving past, Anita’s smirk, Benson’s victorious grin. It wasn’t just a mockery of his current state, it was their way of declaring their triumph. They had taken everything from him, his family’s trust, his wealth, his dignity. And worse, they had left him doubting his own judgment.

m. I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for years. The tension left my body, replaced by a hollow, aching void. I looked at the mansion—the sprawling, dark hallways lit by flickering candles, the shadows dancing on the walls like silent watchers. “What now?” I asked. “Now,” Emelia said, gesturing to a maid standing nearby. “We transform you. You have forty minutes to learn the scent, the walk, and the attitude. And then, you meet your billionaire.”

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

Jess loves Kev 4eva. I found myself mentally correcting the spelling, analysing the sentiment. It was that or scream. My thoughts were a scratched record, replaying the same horrible moments. The shock of the lift doors opening. The feel of the cuffs. The violated emptiness of my ransacked flat. The deafening silence of my phone – not a buzz, not a blink from him. My mind went to dark, cynical places. So this was the full billionaire boyfriend experience. The curated sequence. First, the designer dress and the heirloom brooch – the lure. Then the chauffeured car. And finally, the pièce de résistance, the complimentary counter-terrorism unit raid. A real value package.

MADISON'S POV My brother "Carson" had guarded him for three years. Three years of danger averted, threats silenced, and silent warnings given. And yet tonight, he didn’t want my brother there. “You won’t be needed,” the billionaire had said in that calm, precise voice that brooked no argument. My brother had come to my house later that day to tell me that he had a mission that would earn me some money.Eyes serious,“Wear something elegant,” he whispered. “Be discreet and follow him but stay out of sight.”

We were in the corner of the ballroom, which was filled to the brim with billionaires of all walks of life, who were dressed elegantly in insanely expensive clothes, trying to look better than the other. To my left, my parents stood facing Richard and Eleanor Montgomery, and the two families looked totally different. My father was hard, his hands calloused and his face lined by decades of hard, honest work under the scorching sun, while Richard Montgomery, on the other hand, was sharp and possessed a cold aura that made me want to avoid him at all costs. His hands were smooth, a clear sign he had never had to experience hard labor.

“I meant no offense. It’s just, it’s unusual, that’s all. Perhaps he’s not suited for—” I stepped closer, lowering my voice until only he could hear it. "You and I both know your company's on its last legs," I said evenly. "You came here tonight hoping I'd take pity and buy in. But here's the thing-you don't get to walk into my room, insult my husband, and expect me to play nice." He straightened, taking offense. “You’re talking to me like that? I’ll pull every cent of my offer.” “Go ahead,” I said with a thin smile. “There are ten other billionaires in this room that have better manners and fatter wallets. And unlike you, they know how to speak to people with respect.”

Unknown number. My stomach tightened instantly. I ignored it. A second later, another message came through. Then another. The unease spreading through my chest sharpened quickly. Blue noticed immediately. “What happened?” “Nothing.” But even I heard the lie in my voice. I picked up the phone slowly. The first message came from an unknown contact. You should prepare before the media gets involved. My blood went cold. The second: Children connected to billionaires rarely stay private for long. The third message had no words.

Not every one could see this view though. Well I'm a billionaire. It has some benefits. Not that I’m bragging but yeah whatever. Michele and I were catching up with each other about everything; life, work, girls, etc. It was relaxing but a sudden commotion on the dance floor caught my eye. I couldn't believe my eyes. Sophia was on the dance floor looking like sex on legs. Seeing her like that made my cock twitch. I couldn't take my eyes off her but the terrified expressions brought me out of my trance. A guy was touching her inappropriately and he pushed away another girl probably her friend who was trying to help Sophia. He was trying to kiss her while trying to