The Billionaire Jock's Game Of Love Novels & Stories

Liana Moore ____ The best part about being a billionaire and young was that people would definitely love you. Oh, I nearly forgot where one had to be as handsome as Oliver Castillo. Tall, 6 feet and above, a drool-worthy physique: especially investing in gyms, and most importantly, rich. Oliver ticked all that, people loved him for being Mister CO, and they did not even care about the scandal about what happened a month ago. My date with Ziporrah turned out to be the worst. A simple lunch date did not happen because of the paparazzi, people bouncing on us and all.

No, this time, the man did not actually ask but instead just slipping the ring on the appropriate finger while Lynan was distracted with food. There might have been some tearful scolding to do it properly, but he did say yes in the end. The picture was captioned, ‘Finally going to be a real housewife. MY housewife.’ Well… Looks like playing games with the billionaire turned out to be a serious lifetime commitment. The End.

He snarled,his muscles fuming out,his eyes burning with pain. He swallowed hard before continuing, his voice coming out deep,slow and steady, "you know what?, am gonna stay away from you. You think I came here this morning for what exactly? I came to see your face,but here we are you keep on hurting me!!.. you keep on tormenting me!!!" Was this what they call love? Was that why my head kept thinking of him? Was that why the memories in his house could not out of my mind everyday? But,I, in love with a billionaire. I mean,how is that possible?!! This is really delusional.

I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him. Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxwell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why, oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas’ dark underground business world? Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious as I waited for him to initiate his next move.

he said. “Don’t lie.” I snapped. “I know about the ghost ledger. The hidden money. Everything.” His face went pale. “Jane, let me explain...” “Explain what?” I asked angrily. “Why did you betray me? Why did you steal from the company my father built?” He hesitated. “Jane, it’s not what you think. Sable Creek is... a trust for the future. It’s legal.” But I didn’t believe him. “That’s a lie, Robert. I know you’re involved. I want the truth. Why did you do it?”

I asked, still trying so hard to keep my gaze away from him. "Come on, don't be like that." He lifted his palms and dropped them. I cleared my throat and leaned backwards, resting my back on my chair. I decided not to let him bully me. He didn't sound as friendly and as funny as he sounded yesterday. "Let's just say, love at first sight brought me here." I snorted. There was no way in this world he'd love me because we talked and laughed at each other's jokes. "Here," he said, placing his card on the table. "James Whites. CEO of White group of companies. "

He lit the cigar and took a long drag. “What happened?” I ask “First things first, little brother. What exactly is your game here?” “What game?” “I can just see the headlines now, ‘Hottest billionaire playboy finds his match’. Imagine all the pretty little hearts you are breaking right now.” He mocked me but his eyes looked stern. I studied him for a while, both of us silent. “So?” Dante finally said. “What’s the deal with her?” “She is my ticket to a new image and a way to finally smoothing things over with the investors at the shipping company.”

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

The documents exposed their entire relationship as a completely artificial corporate transaction designed solely to appease the Thorn family board and stabilize the stock price during a rocky fiscal year. By 2:00 AM, the media frenzy had reached a fever pitch. Financial journalists, talk-show hosts, and millions of casual internet users were analyzing every single line of the document. The narrative of the powerful billionaire marrying a struggling tech founder out of genuine love was instantly obliterated, replaced by a much darker story of cynical corporate manipulation and predatory wealth. Inside his private penthouse suite, the atmosphere was completely suffocating. The massive floor-to

and started to stand up when Asher's voice stopped me. He sighed and walked up to me, saying, "Heal her first. She seems like she's happy, but deep down she's shattered and lonely. All she wants and craves is some love, care, and tenderness. But I also want you to know that the bastard returns to New York. He and my greedy family came to New York when he learned that I was married to Sarah Winston, the billionaire's daughter, but I refused to meet them because I didn't want their shadow to fall on Sarah and our unborn child. They left when they learned that the Winstons are now bankrupt thanks to you," He said while focusing on my eyes.