The Billionaire And The Virgin Novels & Stories

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

The matter of her late grandfather's Will was long gone from her thoughts and neither was she bothered that the makeover she had spent a reasonable amount to get in order to appear sorrowful before everyone, was already in ruins. 'How could you do such a thing to me Mia?' She kept screaming internally, finding it hard to believe that Mia was really engaged to her billionaire crush, Aziz Garrett whom she met at a birthday occasion she attended two years ago. Since then, she had seen him on several occasions when visiting her grandfather but he never recognized her again. But she couldn't get over him either.

It was a live video transmission routing directly from a private, ultra-exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of the city. A sleek, impeccably tailored billionaire—a rival tycoon who had been quietly backing her father's offshore debts from the shadows—appeared on the screen. He held a glass of dark scotch, his expression entirely cold as he looked directly at Vivian's soot-stained form through the camera link.

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

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'm desperate to feel all of him, for him to take my virginity and push into my pulsing core. In the background, the TV blares annoyingly. It’s some news story about a billionaire named Leonel something, who owns a massive tech company, and is in the middle of a divorce. I feel sorry for him, I really do, but it’s hard to care when I’m grinding on the love of my life and I feel his cock writhe under me. I can't believe this is happening.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.

“You called that you have something very important to discuss with me. This is your time now, talk.” He smirked, then swirled his wine arrogantly. “You know, from the very start, I have never ceased to find it fascinating. You, the Miss Beauty. Then he, the billionaire, is in love. The fascinating way that Logan looks at you like you, giving out the code of you being both his safe place and his distraction.” “I want to believe you didn't bring me out of my house to discuss such, right?"

I put my hand on my jaw as if in thought before saying, “No, I don't need your wine. I have possibly had better because my boss is a billionaire.” I turned back to Levine as was about asking him to pour me the whiskey when the guy grabbed my arm and shook me like a rag doll off the stool. “You are such a bitch! I know your type sleep around for money, so why are pretending now? You are just hiding under the pretext of being a virgin to entice men.” “Seriously man, let go.” Levine told him.