Taming The Billionaire Novels & Stories

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

My forehead wrinkled. I guess, the job she was referring to is somewhat like her job but more decent. After that "examination", I blinked in disbelief. What had I just gotten myself into? The blend of confusion and amusement created a surreal image of my unexpected adventure into Barra's world. “One billion will be all yours. All you have to do is to set fire to a billionaire’s lust.” Barra casually dropped, leaving me dumbfounded. What? Did I hear her right? She playfully raised her eyebrows, confirming I heard correctly.

Jane finished washing up and came out to find Damien dressed and making a phone call on the balcony in a foreign language she couldn't understand. As he turned around to face her, Jane noticed a change in his demeanor. He seemed more composed and elegant in his shirt and trousers, revealing his aristocratic upbringing. Jane called out to him, and he turned around to face her. She noticed a change in her own body as well, as if she had retracted her claws. Damien surprised Jane by proposing to marry her, offering to find the best doctors to treat her hospitalized brother and help her with any other difficulties. In exchange, he asked for her help in silencing his family's objections to their

But, it was so comfortable here that I didn't want to leave yet. “What I hate the most about you is how stubborn you are. You don't like that I want to spend my money on you, it's just who I am, woman! I mean, I'm a billionaire, so what if I want to spend some of my money on you?” I chuckled at the way he was acting and shook my head.

He always did that, he would often ask Patty to relay informations to Brixlee when he could do it himself. Patty had always found it offensive, it always made her feel like she was below Brixlee and she often wondered where she’d be, if her life was as perfect as Brixlee’s. Brixlee had a billionaire husband, an unborn child and all the riches she could ever wish for while she lived in a tiny apartment with her stuffed animals, the only friends she had.

came the hesitant reply, “you need to check social media. Something about your niece, Tammie, and Richard Garrison.” The call ended before I could ask for details. Curious, I opened the app and scrolled through the trending topics. My blood boiled as I saw the viral video. Tammie, looking calm and composed, telling Richard that she didn’t love him. The words were clear, the implications devastating. I slammed the phone onto the table, my anger rising. “Why,” I muttered, my voice a low growl, “why does everything always work in his favor?” Richard had become the youngest multimillionaire, a man of status and influence. And yet, he had chosen Tammie, rejecting my own daughter in the process.

This time Alessa patted his back. Alessa couldn’t help but smile to herself. A few months ago this billionaire was terrorizing her, taking away her company, her bed, her pride, but now, she couldn’t help but see that he was just another human being. It seemed the billionaire’s walls were crumbling down, Alessa just needed to verify if it was because of her. Maybe after he spills all of ‘her New York’ out of his system, she would interrogate him.

Amber thought her heart would explode from beating so fast. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder dress and stillettos which she have never worn before. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a heavy make up that made her look like a completely different person. "You're new here?" a red hair woman just her age asked Amber. Amber nodded her head. "Y-Yeah..." "That's why. Don't worry. After this, we're millionaires. The only bad side is, if our bidder likes us, they will surely make us their sex slaves. That is why you should pray your bidder wouldn't like your service."

INSERT 2 NARRATED Meanwhile Nobuntu and her friend were paid to give the names of the girls so they pretend like they were kidnapped too but truth is nobuntu is dating the very dangerous gangster and she's also helping him with human trafficking because she benefits, nobuntu and her friends arrive in silverlakes and soon the mighty Ndumiso Carl Zulu who's the dangerous man the kidnapper arrive with bodyguards and look at the four girls dissatisfied and angry as hell Ndumiso: where are they.?

He didn’t want someone pretending to care. He just wanted to feel nothing. Maybe Luna would be there already. Maybe he’d drink, bury himself in the dark, press a body against the wall and forget the word marriage ever came out of his grandfather’s mouth. Cassian Wycliffe Reynolds. Billionaire heir. Son of a ghost. Grandson of a tyrant. He tightened his fingers around the steering wheel. Some people inherited crowns. He inherited a cage. The hotel penthouse was silent but not peaceful. Cassian shoved the door open, water still glistening on his coat from the rain. Luna was already on the bed, her black lingerie a deliberate trap. She looked perfect always did. Glossy lips, long legs, the kind