The Billionaire Bargain Novels & Stories

“It’s clear you are getting rid of people who know about your wife's disappearance which still links to you. It's like you have some sick twisted plan.” “What twisted plan? I love my wife,” I said. He laughed. “Everyone knows your marriage was a contract. Maybe you don’t want to pay the money.” Everyone? No one was ever that jobless. I laughed back. “Five million dollars?” He looked confused. “I'm guessing I just spilled. You weren't aware of the deal. It was five million dollars. I’m worth billions. My wife and I love each other. We ended that contract a long time ago.”

She wasn’t just a victim of circumstance anymore—she was caught up in something she didn’t understand. He paused, then continued, “Your stepfather owes me a significant amount of money. He made an agreement with me. And part of that agreement was that you would be taken care of.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “I’m offering you a choice, Catherine. Stay here, live in safety, or leave, and your stepfather will pay the price for breaking his deal.” Catherine’s heart skipped a beat. “You… you bought me? Like some kind of deal?” Her voice cracked with disbelief.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

, Rachel said. Skycrest Tower, the gleaming glass giant dominating downtown Los Angeles, was a sanctuary for billionaires. This ultra-luxurious skyscraper boasted a five-star hotel, penthouse apartments, rooftop lounges, and private event halls. Tonight's event would take place in the Echelon Ballroom on the 39th floor, with early arrivals gathering in the Aurora Lounge just below.

And considering her son already thought I would do anything for money, this was more than suspicious. Had Richard put her up to this? Was this some kind of test? The thought made my jaw tighten. But why would he even bother testing me? He knew I was around him because I had to be. But...what if I was wrong? What if this wasn’t a test, and I was about to walk away from the offer of a lifetime? "Fine! You drive a hard bargain—two million," Mrs. Williams said, and I blinked. Before I could react, she waved a manicured hand in the air, like she was already growing bored of the conversation.

‎ ‎She looked at him carefully. ‎ ‎“What will you do?” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎“I don’t defend territory.” ‎ ‎Pause. ‎ ‎“I expand it.” ‎ ‎Her heart skipped. ‎ ‎Somewhere in the financial district, executives at Blackridge were likely celebrating early stock dips. ‎ ‎Confident. ‎ ‎Patient. ‎ ‎But they didn’t know something yet. ‎ ‎The billionaire they tried to destabilize had just stood publicly beside his pregnant wife— ‎

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

Magazines call him The Good Billionaire. He placed box on glass. Inside not bearer bonds, but USB and letter: $300 MILLION FOR BLACKWOOD TECH PARK + PARTNERSHIP WITH SINCLAIR. Maya, blood-red back, whispered, "Flew from Silicon Valley this morning. Wants to buy tech park loan you restructured. Wants to meet Chairwoman who builds twenty shelters and sells six-dollar potatoes. Says he watched Plaza video ten times." I wore ivory again, not camel, because rival deserves Chairwoman, not shelter manager. Pearl studs mother left in ears, bracelet hidden, recipe card taped to glass wall behind tickers green six percent since expansion.