The Billionaire Holds Me Now Novel Novels & Stories

, I whispered, taking a few steps into the room, but a hand gripped me tightly. “Not so fast,” a new voice spoke. A tall, muscular man with grey eyes stepped from the shadows. He walked towards my mother. I swallowed hard. I remember this man. This is Alexander Nick, the most powerful and fearful billionaire in the whole of New York City. “I own your mother, your little brother Jake and Jessie now,” Alex smirked and flickered his lighter. The flame from his lighter lit his cigarette. “What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Immediately, I heard Jake’s voice from the hallway.

"I want the portrait “. I whispered jokingly knowing Alexander was going to make it mine. For some reason I just wanted Daniel to feel worthless, I had not seen him in years but seeing him at tge gala spark hatred and mis wasn't left out. Alexander stood up to beat the price even though intruded pretending to stop him but Alexander dudnt listen, he made sure the portrait was mine before assuming jus seat back. I smiled, Daniel and Mia disgraced, Alexander was a business mogul way richer than Daniel. Daniel was no match for him, the auction ended and everyone else extended pleasantries other proposing a business deal and some ladies gossiping how hot the men were.

Breakfast was served to her while she sat frozen in place against the pillows, recalling that ghastly confrontation with Alexander during the night. A bitter laugh bubbled in her throat when she remembered her dizzy introspection during that candlelit bath. Hands up who was impressed to death by the gorgeous Italyn billionaire who had swept her to the altar! She had sat in that bath with a diamond and emerald pendant worth thousands still clasped round her neck and she had eaten handmade chocolates while nourishing romantic ideas and feelings that could only make her shudder in retrospect. Of course she was not falling in love with Alexander Bluemoon! Of course she did not admire him!

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

And for the first time in a long time—I believed him. Later That Night The news flashed across the screens in airports, phones, and living rooms worldwide. BREAKING: Greenwood Stones Officially Detained – Sources Reveal Billionaire Fled Milan Amidst Drug Trafficking. The Rise and Fall of a Billionaire Empire I looked down at my Wedding ring. Then up at Alexander. And I smiled. Not because everything was perfect. But because we were finally free. THE END “My Billionaire Redemption”

"Now, finish your strawberries." I am lying on a bed, blindfolded and with my arms stretched wide above my head, chained to the bedposts. I am wearing very little—a silky black camisole, stockings with black lacy tops, and a matching thong, which, right now, is doing little except act as a partial barrier to my flooding pussy. My legs are spread, and kneeling between them I think, although I cannot be sure because I cannot see or even move very well, is Richard Haswell, billionaire owner of one of the largest corporations in the country, perhaps the world. My Master.

Plus, the man of the subject is also undeniably handsome and filthy rich, who wouldn't like to be his wife? "Maeve Miller dropped the bomb earlier and September didn't have any objections. And didn't you see how affectionate he is towards her?" One of the heiresses responded as they watched the couple graced the event hall with their overwhelming presence. "What's to like about her anyway? She was just---" "I think the question should be what's not to like about her." The group turned around and faced the woman who was almost on the same age as them. She was elegantly holding a glass of wine on her right hand while her other hand was folded in front of her chest.

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

She pointed to the bracklet clasped around my wrist. “You are now the woman of the hour. I know a real diamond when I see one, courtesy of Louis." she chimed in, wiggling her eyebrows. My cheeks burned, and I swatted at her arm. “Stop it. It’s not like that.” “Not like that? Girl, you have been upgraded. Diamond gifts, billionaire man, and, oh wait, what about that maid? What was her name? Shasha? The one who went psycho. Is she still around?"