The Billionaire Holds Me Now Novel Novels & Stories

She had brought this tragedy to him. "So you kidnapped me because you wanted my help?" "There was no other way, I had to result to this. I need money, Faith." Faith sighed in relief, she could give him whatever money she had, it wasn't much to compensate for what he had gone through. "A million grand." "W_what?" Faith choked, she couldn't have heard him right. If she had such money, she probably wouldn't have lost custody to Sterling. "Aren't you married to that billionaire now? A million grand should be nothing to you."

I have been trying my very best to avoid her. Not able to concentrate any more on the novel I am reading titled "The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride", which is somehow related to what is about to happen to me, I drop the book. I picked this book up from the bookshop I went to yesterday because of the title. I am going to be a billionaire's wife too very soon and I am also unwanted. I want to know what happened to the billionaire's bride who was unwanted by the billionaire. Getting to where the billionaire was treating her harshly made my heart sink so low that I feel like the same thing is going to happen to me too.

It was the most wonderful,bone rattling,mind boggling experience she'd ever had. She had to give it to him. The arrogant jerk definitely knew his way around a woman's body. Her mind was still reeling from the aftermath of what she'd just experienced. But out of the heap of thoughts going through her mind, one stood out above all. She'd just slept the Gabriel Sullivan, one of the most sought after bachelors in the country.

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

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.

I was so focused on getting my hipped files arranged that I mistakenly bumped into someone before me. "Holy Shit!! I'm fucking going to be late for work because of a dumbass like…." I looked up and froze the moment I tried picking up my files that had fallen off my hand. He was no ordinary man, he was the same billionaire who had left me hanging at the stripper house the night before. It was the ruthless billionaire and beside him was probably his assistant. He kept on acting in ways I just couldn't understand. He pushed me away right before I made him cum while sucking his dick.

Giorgio said calmly. I blinked as I stepped out of the car and onto the white sand. Adjusting my eyes to the evening sun, I noticed that there was a clear blue water ahead of me. It took me a minute to realise we were at a bitch. There was some little stores with inbuilt things around. Fuck! Did Giorgio literally to pay so we can have this place to ourselves? It was too good to be true. But, then again, he was a billionaire’s son. I turned to him, and he had not turned off the music. He was rolling from one side to the other, and I could see the polaroid camera in his hands. It was the most amazing thing that I had seen in a long while.

It was my way of controlling the narrative, that just because we were in public it didn’t mean that she was safe from me. I ordered another pot of coffee and some more of those almond croissants. As I bit into the frangipane-filled pastry my mind went back to the day that I met that billionaire in this spot. Something about him showed he wasn’t one of these trust fund Mens who had inherited money. Yes I had read up on him though there wasn’t much but I gleaned that he built the wealth himself.