The Billionaire Marni Mann Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

"That… They are still my brother and sister-in-law." "What are you talking about? You useless man!" Mrs. Mann stared daggers at her husband. Mindy, too, glared at him. "Hmph!" "Don't get mad!" Mr. Mann immediately forced a smile. “Let's withdraw the money so that Mindy can go shopping. One million should be enough. Mindy, watch where you spend. You can't get Master Ryan's family to like you without giving yourself the appearance of a noble lady. You are going to be the most beautiful girl in the room. Let Master Ryan know that the twenty years you lived as Lady Shaw had not gone to waste. Don't hesitate in spending this one million! If this can help you into marrying Master Ryan, then it's m

Mark answered as he sat up from his seat. "Yes, I seem to have forgotten that part, let's just say I didn't stay long," He raised his eyebrows as he moved his hands to his dark blue pants. "So, I looked up Margret McNeary, and did you know she was married now? Yeah found that out when her husband opened the door, She's Margret Meyer now. It took me a minute but I found Sandy Durant, She was willing but wanted double the amount I was willing to sign and wanted more when we divorced, She also wanted a baby, to ensure payment."

“What did she do that isn’t worth overlooking? They are your family, Hudson. You can’t treat them like that.” “Eleanor doesn’t want to grow up, Ximena. The other time, she asked for two million dollars and I gave it to her. What could someone possibly do with two million bucks in two weeks? When asked, her excuses would be she had to change her wardrobe, she had to party with her friends, and she had to go to a beauty spa. Who does such a thing? Did you know she was once the accountant of The Miles? Oh yeah, she was. She would have maintained her position if only she hadn’t transferred over three million from the company’s account into her personal account to explore Italy. Tell me something

“Ooh. So tell me you have something hot to share.“ I wriggled my brows even though she couldn't see me. She always had a gist. “I have something hot to share with you, girl!“ We both giggled. “I met a guy yesterday. At the bar.” Ugh! Typical Dahlia. If only my lips could tear from the way I was smiling at the moment. “Tell me more.” “I think he's a fucking royal. Or a billionaire or something. Because damn, he lives in a friggin penthouse, and he owns the building from what I saw. I saw his cars too, Em. I almost couldn't shut my mouth after.” She was screaming.

"The tension between Mr. Cole and his rivals makes every public outing a potential hazard." "I have dealt with hazards my whole life," Maren countered softly while looking down at the sleeping baby. "A store trip is not going to break me." The street was relatively quiet, bathed in the early morning sunlight that warmed her tired shoulders. For a few brief seconds, she could pretend that her life was normal and that she was not bound to a billionaire by a fake marriage contract. But the dream shattered the moment a tall, elegant woman stepped out of a luxury boutique directly into her path.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.