The Billionaire Boss Is My Former Bully Novels & Stories

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

"No? Mel, they took your name! They took your reputation! They made you run into the dark like a criminal!" "And if we launch a counter-strike, what happens, Nathan?" I asked, my voice rising slightly, cutting through the heavy tension in the room. "We validate everything Adelina told him. We turn this into a war between two billionaire estates. Noel will see the billions flowing out of Italy, and he will sit in his study, sip his whiskey, and tell himself he was right all along—that I was just a Veyra plant built to ruin him." "Who cares what he thinks?!" Nathan roared.

"What gossip? I just hope he's not a prick." She rolled her eyes. "Come on, life's tough enough. Let me dream a little!" Leaning in, she grinned. "Rumor is, he's a billionaire, young, hot, and parachuted in from some big corporation." I raised an eyebrow. "A billionaire? At our tiny company?" "Yup!" Her eyes sparkled. "They say he's cold, sharp, like a romance novel CEO." I snorted. "You've been reading too many cheesy books."

“Um, sure. Yeah, let me talk to Carter and see if I can get some time off in a couple of months. If not, then hopefully sometime soon after that.” “Who's Carter?” she asked quickly. “He's my boss.” I stood up from the couch and moved to the love seat, where the warm sunshine was pouring in through my front window. “Carter Winthrow.” “Oh yeah, duh,” Mom said. “Sorry, I'm a bit out of touch with the news these days. Sometimes I forget that you work for the world famous billionaire playboy.” I cringed at her comment, but didn't bother trying to defend him. She was right, I guess. He was a billionaire playboy, or at least that was how the media had always portrayed him.

"Hey, I haven't hit you for a long time. My hands are itchy." Even if I hadn't heard these voices for over half a year, I could easily tell who they were! Back in prison, they were the subordinates of Mrs. Boone. Every one of them contributed a lot to bullying me. "Ten million dollars. I promise." I gave in. Seeing that I hesitated for so long, Mrs. Boone doubted, "Ten million dollars? Are you that f**king rich?" "Yes! My husband is Dave Mitaka, the boss of Mitaka Group!" I said decisively.

Then Meryl and her best friend whom he doesn’t even remember her name both wanted the threesome and he was just a happy participant, why is he suddenly placed in the bad light about all this? Slowly, he dropped his phone on his large mahogany table that stretched out across the room, he knew his desk table was way too big for him but no, the bigger, the better and after all he was a billionaire now. He was in fact in charge of all Hatton enterprise. His mind wandered, suddenly thinking about Emily and hoping she hadn’t seen the hate media train that was suddenly following him and even if she did, he hoped she didn’t entirely believe them and understood that was his past life.

“Without a doubt, this type of act certainly deserved the behavior he had…” “Are you talking about my mother?” Gabriel asked suddenly, surprising everyone, and only then did Compton seem to remember that, in fact, one of the only billionaire women in the world had also had many extramarital relationships before divorcing Edgar. "What...? No...” the old man stammered and trembled from top to bottom, clearly knowing full well what it entailed for a mere mortal like him to offend someone like Sienna Ferrars “I would never...” “I see...” Gabriel crossed his arms and leaned further against the seat, looking like he was now the one asking the questions there. “So you're talking about your client,

I freeze at the sight of the magnificent, towering building before me. I get to live here? Wow. I pull my things from the car and stand in front of the building, heart pounding. In a few minutes, I’ll meet Bentley Brown—Boston’s most arrogant, proud, self-absorbed billionaire. And honestly? It scares me a little. But I’ve promised myself I won’t take offense to whatever he throws at me. I’ll deal with my crackhead boss no matter what.

“Roxy, I’m working.” “But look at him. One glance, it takes two seconds.” I sigh, then look over my computer. When the big boss turns, I’m surprised. The boss of this company saw me naked a month ago, even he fucked me well! shame! I sit down and I continue my work, forgetting that there is in the same open space as me. Roll on tonight’s meal so that I can tell Estelle everything. Damn, when she gets to know that, she’ll be surprised. Finally, I focus on my file, I really want to forget about this meeting.