The Billionaire Holds Me Now Novel Novels & Stories

She politely bowed after pouting at my bruised wrists. "Thank you so much again." She left me alone with a sense of protection as I grazed her retreating figure. This would not have been possible if it weren't for Mr. Zavier Salvay. The old man I bumped into. He is a billionaire. I have not noticed him before, as I was too shocked to think of anything else other than my life and dignity. But the man is one of the top billionaires. I have seen his pictures in magazines and newspapers. "Thank God," I said, closing my eyes and sipping a small gulp of black coffee.

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Confusion. “Look, I’m sorry,” I started, stepping closer, “I know it’s a lot.” Her head whipped toward me. “A lot? Nikolai, for three years I thought you were Rio, the quiet, awkward, polite bodyguard who liked spicy noodles and had a weird obsession with old mystery novels!” I swallowed. “And now,” she continued, throwing both hands up, “you’re suddenly a billionaire? No, the billionaire. The face behind one of the world’s most powerful luxury empires? So yes, this is more than ‘a lot.’ This is completely insane!”

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

“You’re a dead man, Croft! A relic! My money and my name will get me out of this! I’m a billionaire!” “Were,” I corrected him coldly. “You were a billionaire. Your assets are frozen, your accounts seized. What wasn’t taken by the government now belongs to Jennifer. She’s using your money to build a rather stunning art gallery. Spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled, “I’LL BURN IT TO THE GROUND! I’LL BURN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

"Ms. Rhodes, since the system brought you to me, we're going to play this out properly." I looked up at him, stunned. "You… You know about the system?" He raised a brow and tapped his temple. The car pulled up in front of a villa. Before getting out, Gabriel commented, "You'll stay here for now. The Forrests will definitely come looking to harass you. As for your reward of 100 billion, the system has already transferred it under your name. You can check it anytime." I stared at the banking notification on my phone. That long string of zeros made my breath catch.

Vincent’s bottomless pit of eyes pinned me as I shivered from the cold air that hung between us. “Then the whole deal is off,” he replied coolly as he leaned back in his chair. “Don’t worry because the money and the bookstore are still yours.” “How about your grandmother?” I asked. “I’ll handle that too.” Once again we entered another silent battle, and how I wished I could see what was going on inside his mind. What the hell was he thinking? All the signs told me I should leave. That this was a gift from the gods, an easy way out. But even when I saw I was running out of time, I remained seated.

“Okay, Mr. James. Thank you for your hospitality. As promised...” My chest loosened slightly. Relief washed over me. He handed the briefcase to Sammy. Sammy didn’t even try to hide his excitement. He opened it immediately. My eyes widened, but I tried not to make it obvious. Stacks of crisp, clean dollar notes stared back at us. Sammy grinned—the kind of grin that said I told you it would work. But I didn’t let myself get excited. This was only stage one. I still didn’t know what kind of man this billionaire was. Or what I was walking into.

Williams said evenly. “Your friend will be back tonight.” She says. “Do you prefer sedans or SUVs?” she queried, holding her phone in a way that suggested she was fully capable of ordering a car with a mere click of a button. “Any color preference?” “You’re going to have to excuse me before I set this place on fire,” I told her and stomped out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and glaring at the skyline like it owed me something. What have I gotten myself into, I know I need money but not in this way. I love my privacy. This is unreal. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, I’d been sleeping in a parking lot. Now I'm a billionaire.