The Billionaire Marni Mann Novels & Stories

"There are a few more people I need to impress tonight. And since you're my future wife, you're coming with me." Aurora forced a polite smile as he led her through the crowd, her body hyper-aware of his touch. They stopped in front of a tall man in a navy suit and a woman dripping in diamonds. "Ah, Damian," the man greeted warmly, shaking his hand. "And this must be the fiancée we’ve heard so much about." Damian's hand gently squeezed her waist as he pulled her closer. "Yes, this is Aurora Lane. Aurora, meet Richard Caldwell, one of the board members of Blackwell Enterprises, and his wife, Elaine."

After three years, I had three more restaurants in the state. Now, I have twenty-five restaurants nationwide, and two more locations are ready to open in California. This success allowed me to live like a celebrity, but I always preferred a simple life. I did not want people to love me because of what I had, but because of who I was. Even Stephen was not aware of my financial situation, he only knew about the first restaurant I bought, and called it my ' little project'as if this was some temporary hobby. Now, I was grateful for not telling him the truth. We even had a prenup signed in case of divorce- his family thought it would be the right thing to do, as he had to protect his assets. I h

Nádia explained to him that his fiancée decided everything simple and without luxury, and no crowding, or media. Just the fury, he says everything he thinks. "By the Mariane gods!" What kind of a joke, is this? You practitioner want to marry me, in secret and that? Have you not thought of me? My mom didn't do anything, watching you do shit like that? I am Mariane billionaire, I am important throughout the USA. Here in Florida, I'm the best catch in the state! Mariane, I never wanted to get married! However, I will and as I am an important person, I cannot simply sign a simple paper in the garden of my house.

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ

After all, she was Billina Bernand and her employees were aware of it. "Ma'am please don't do this.." the man came closer to her, pleading but Patrick and Ron quickly stopped him on the way. "The decision is final. Don't you know her?" Patrick said in an impassive tone. With a wave of her hand, the man was being taken away by the security. "I don't tolerate this shit in my office. You all know this..." with this the lecture began. Billina Bernand was a billionaire beauty. Burying herself in work she was single, being an independent woman and running a big corporation.

30 minutes earlier, Jason stared at the report Jamal had sent him, his expression unreadable. He found out some interesting stuff about Marvin. On paper, the man looked like royalty, his family’s net worth clocked in at over forty billion dollars, with deep roots in tech, shipping, and so forth. Marvin was a legacy baby with deep pockets. But maybe that explained why he had such an annoying and shallow personality. Not that everyone with money acted that way, but Marvin sure did act like that. He was the type to think his wealth could buy anything, including respect. The kind of guy who walked into a room and expected people to fall over themselves just to breathe the same air as him.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Then she had looked at Marie closely and said, “You're not jealous, are you? Marie. I thought you were over him?” To which Marie had replied and told her not to be silly and that she was just watching out for her friend. “ The man is a billionaire, Marie. And you're fretting over thousands of dollars spent. Besides, I'm his wife and I deserve to look fab, you know.”

She knew Marni well enough to know she wouldn’t have asked him about returning to her old job. Marni quit The Velvet Rope the day of their weddings because Heith was old-fashioned; he wanted his ‘respectable’ wife at home to raise a family, but Marni loved to shop. Milli mentally cringed knowing Marni probably needed the money; she had a lot of new things that could only have been bought with her many credit cards or paid for by her secret side gig as a registered sex worker. Another thing Marni had never told Heith about. The pay was ten times what Marni earned as a teacher’s aide. Milli worried that her sister would go back to her party girl ways if she and Heith divorced. It was Milli’s g