The Billionaire Holds Me Now Novel Novels & Stories

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”

“We have money, we can pay you.” “Bitch, I don’t need your money. Not that you have any left.” Her old watery eyes narrow at me. “Who are you?” I look at Cass who’s sitting there looking defeated. “It’s Senator Bennett’s boy, dear. He’s Abigail’s lover.” “What?” she exclaims, holding her hands up.

“You’re blinded by money. He doesn’t love you. The earlier you realize that, the better. I’m the one leaving after nine months, not you. And if I should take my baby, you’ll become nothing but a story of the past.” Her eyes flashed with pure hatred. “Your baby? That child is ours. You’re just the incubator. Nothing more!” The billionaire finally stepped between us, raising his hands. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Calm down, now!” I shoved his hand away forcefully. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s alright! What do you think you are? And why would you want to act like the good guy here?” She opened her mouth to reply, but the billionaire raised his hand again. “Enough!”

And I am not talking about my gown. This time, his smile was predatory. ''Only one way to find out.'' Karis was easing his way out of the ball room, the Senator's daughter whom he hadn't bothered to ask her name following in his wake. He had finally left the ball room, and was still deciding were to take her to, when his phone rang. It was his friend, a member of his billionaire club - people he did business with, calling him to remind him of a meeting they had, he was already late.

“There, I’ve said it. That’s the most I’ve talked before being interrupted in a long time. How do you get yourself to listen to me? Am I not boring? And do you really not know my name?” The artist shook his head, briefly abandoning her to grab a drink. Only after he’d downed most of it did he reply, “You said you were linked to a billionaire recently and were all over the gossipy news. He’s also the one who makes your heart burn with love and pain. Here’s the thing that I'll remind you about again. I don’t follow that type of news. I’m really immersed in worlds that don’t exist.”

"What about Maggie?" "Anna and Maggie are happily married now. Maggie still cheats, but more discreetly now. Jane, printed posters of me, with the caption, cheater, do not trust. She handed them out all over." "Wait!" Blake pulled her to a stop. "That was you?" "Ah, I'm famous." But Blake heard the bitterness in her voice. "I broke off all contact with them and started over. Now, I don't even look at another woman, unless she's with me, or far, far away."

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

I replied, and she nodded, still cautious. “From what I know, billionaires prefer to spend their holidays in more luxurious and busy places than a simple small town in the countryside where even their black card won't work,” she commented, hinting that she hadn't believed I was there just in passing. This April woman was smart, you could tell, and it seemed like she wouldn't go to bed for anything. “As much as you may not believe it, this town has potential,” I replied to her. “Ahem, I know, yes…” she murmured, clearly not satisfied and still suspicious. I was sure she would continue to pick on me for much longer from now on.

The way she closed her eyes as she tasted my essence you would swear she was a practiced courtesan. We slept curled around each other. I felt more peaceful than I had in a long time if ever knowing that I'd done everything to protect her. She was mine now all of her, everything that she was now belonged to Gideon Thorpe. This was one powerful little girl and she had no idea. Ashley Thorpe was now co owner of half the city at eighteen. Shit that's better than even I had done, it had taken me until twenty-four to become as powerful as I am now.