The Billionaire Bargain Novels & Stories

"Because I'm not going to lie, Mr. Carter. I've grown quite fond of the finer things in life. And I'm not sure a few measly millions are going to cut it." Carter's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He had taken the bait. "We're talking about a figure that starts with a 'B'," he said, his voice low and confidential. "A figure that would make even the most discerning socialite blush." May feigned a gasp, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "A billion dollars?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. "Are you serious?" "Completely serious," Carter said, his smile widening. "All you have to do is sign a simple non-disclosure agreement, and the money is yours. No questions asked."

“You’re in a contract.” Noah threw his hands up. “Same thing!” For a moment, silence filled the room sharp and tense Then Ethan said quietly, “I’ll double it.” Noah blinked. “What?” “The payment,” Ethan said. “Make it a billion.” Noah stared. “You think money fixes everything?” “It fixes most things.” Noah laughed, short and bitter. “You’re unbelievable.” Ethan stepped closer, voice lower now. “I’m giving you an out. Take the deal, Noah. Walk away rich. Or walk away broke and let my father win.”

Roman's Pov Three weeks ago I ran a billion-dollar empire without complications. Now everything circled her. The contract. The threats. Her impossible story that made more sense each day. I slipped out of bed and checked my phone in the next room. Security update: Margaret met with another set of lawyers overnight. Victor Crane’s arrest made the news this morning. Good. It tied the financial crimes to the Ashworth name. My team already prepared statements. Carter found me in the kitchen. “You look different. Relaxed almost. Never thought I’d see it.”

"I'm not signing anything that gives either company the right to make decisions on my behalf." "Agreed," Ryan replied through the screen. Ethan nodded. "Agreed." She looked at him. "You haven't even read the clause I'm referring to." "I read it last night." "And?" "It's reasonable." Mia narrowed her eyes. "You're agreeing with everything I say." "No." Ethan leaned forward. "I'm agreeing with you when you're right." Ryan chuckled through the screen. "That's a dangerous habit for a billionaire." Ethan gave him a cold look.

I nudged her, she shot me a smile which I reciprocated. ***** The blaring sound of music could be heard coming from the clubhouse a lot of cars occupied the entire space in the parking lot. I was awed at the number of invitees at the opening party. It wasn't such a surprise to see how many people turned up for his event, he was a well-known billionaire and a celebrity, and most importantly he was generous and sweet to a lot of people. Kind of the opposite of me. The inside was full to the brim. Guys were hanging out with the ladies, while some chit chats in their circle. The entire place looked amazingly beautiful and way different from the usual clubhouse I used to know.

He turned around and gave me a curt. "What?" "How are you going to destroy him?" I asked and saw him smirk "I have my ways" I smiled innocently at him "Well best of luck then" I replied and he narrowed his eyes at me again "I don't need luck" He replied but I kept on smiling at him "But you do" "And why is that Ms. Berlitz?" He asked "Because When you are a billionaire, Nick is a billionaire as well. From the reports you've given me this past week, I've gathered that the company you're trying to negotiate with for your next contract actually belongs to Nick."

As such, he immediately raised the price as a warm-up. Jordan had waited the whole night for the full pill to be on auction. He immediately countered, “I offer sixty billion!” Bernard turned back and glanced at his competitor. Bernard was a billionaire who specialized in the luxury goods market in Europe. Most of his assets and businesses were in Europe as well. He didn’t recognize Jordan, who was a low-profile rich man from North America. When he saw the old man making a bid of sixty billion US dollars, he refused to back down and promptly followed up with, “I offer sixty billion and twenty million US dollars!”

So he puts it on speaker for me to hear as well. "Mr. Knighley. It seems that today is your lucky day." "Oh, please do explain to me how the day you kidnap my daughter has become my lucky day." The kidnapper goes silent for a few seconds; in the background, I can hear someone talk to him; it is an oddly familiar voice that I cannot quite place at the moment. But putting that to the back of my mind, I listen to the kidnapper carry on, "Eight million, that is our offer. Eight-million, and you get your daughter."

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

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