The Billionaire Bargain Novels & Stories

He had to be a billionaire, I knew owning even a small property in this expensive part of town could cost up to a billion, let alone such a big, expensive looking nightclub. The billionaire turned to face me now, dragging me to his side, a bit more gently. I could feel my body press against his powerful body, as his body heat warmed me till I was no longer trembling. "Offer the chick money Larry, if you want her to do anything for you. You of all people should know by now that the language of women is money.” Larry smiled. “One million dollars Little pet, and I want all your clothes off now.” Still pressed against the billionaire’s side, I shook my head shyly. Though I needed it, I didn’t wa

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Distant music reeled into Naomi’s consciousness as she lay with little or no life on the sick bed. Hot tears fled opposite sides of her eyes, each drawing a visible line, hunting its way down to the back of her neck. “News at 18:00 GMT–Live on Open Network Centre Focus” The Headlines: -Gas stock market hits bullish run - Billionaire Business Mogul of Manhattan, Mr. Ethan, is set to file a controversial plea bargain. - Billionaire Business Mogul, Mr. Damian, collaborates with Piston Microfinance Bank in retrieving 3,000 Individual Buildings Used as Collateral to secure loans.”

I said and Salsa gestured at me to tune down my voice. She glared around and whispered, “Fanny is indebted to the billionaire. From their discussion I learned that Fanny owes him eight hundred million dollars from their last joint venture deal. And since Fanny couldn’t pay up, the billionaire offered his oldest daughter as intended contract wife to Brian once he survives the coma…”

I wanted to set the pace. ​"Eighty," Matthias countered, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't even look at the board. His eyes were fixed on me. ​"Ninety." ​"One hundred." ​The room gasped. A hundred million for a derelict rail yard was madness, but we weren't buying land. We were buying dominance. ​"One hundred and ten," I snapped.

Our boss, Rose Brighton, strode into the room. “Yes, I’m here.” “Why were you late? Do you want us to lose this contract?” she snapped. Before I could explain, she continued, “I don’t want excuses. This is the biggest opportunity this agency has ever had. Give it your absolute best. No mistakes!” She turned to Gracie. “Did you research the client’s profile?” “I tried, but there’s almost nothing online. All we know is that he’s a wealthy billionaire who likes to keep his life private.”

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Ricky said replying me now also in business mode and I nodded back replying that is fine. "So what do you say Nathan Curtis Silverman, the ex billionaire, will you partner with me and join me in the quest that will end with us as billionaires... and you getting your sweet sweet revenge." Ricky said to me with a glint in his eyes while holding his hand out to me. "Yes I accept." I said with malicious smirk of my own while putting my hand in his to seal the deal as I now had something to live for and drive me. Anyone who once did me wrong better watch it as I, Nathan Curtis Silverman the ex billionaire was coming for his sweet delicious revenge. However a little voice nagged my mind about how

“I’m having my own troubles and you need money. Marry me to sort my troubles and I’ll give you cash to sort yours.” “You want to buy me?” He hummed. “Think of it as a job. After all, it’s a marriage of convenience.” “No. I’m not interested in your offer.” “Is that so?” He stood up straight and removed a card from a pocket inside his jacket before handing it to me. “Call me when you change your mind.” I reluctantly received it and put it in the pocket of my white shirt without reading it. This man was definitely crazy and I was sure that a marriage to some rich psycho was not the answer.