The Billionaire Marni Mann Novels & Stories

“That’s not funny.” “I know, right? Though I wouldn’t be surprised that you’d been employed as a temporary girlfriend for a Manhattan billionaire.” “You read too much, romance novels… for your own good, Peter Lang!” “Okay, okay… I give up.” He placed his arms above his head in surrender, and I chuckled. “So…?” He asked again, when we’d taken a seat. “I got a job as a temporary nanny for a Manhattan billionaire,” I replied, deciding not to bother him with the details.

How could they be so shameless? I stole a look at Zayne to see if I could understand what the fuss and envy was all about. Sure, he was Zayne Romano, owner of Zayne Pharmaceuticals, the biggest company in New York and also a multi billionaire. That was pretty impressive. But I bet they didn't know he was in the Mafia. And a Mafia Don at that. How many of them would still look at him like that once they found out? What else was so interesting about him? I stole another look at him. He had an air of mysteriousness and a dark, dangerous vibe.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

There was a man standing, I couldn't see his face, because it was all dark in there. He had about 6 feet of height, he was wearing a armani. I saw Lexi taking out some papers and files and giving it to him. He took it and kept in his bag. Then I saw Lexi grabbing his tie and kissing him. I clicked a photo for proof. Within a few seconds I saw the man thrusting in her pushing her back on wall. They were at it wild out in the open. I couldn't see any more, so I went back home.

great it’s almost ten and I reached an hour earlier, I can watch any new art pieces added so that I could buy them for my new apartment. “sure Mr Miller, have a nice day”, my assistant tells in her chirpy voice but without answering I hang up the call. I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her I*******m account, not to mention few people who comment sexy,

answered the man with the last name Mancini. "To do that, we have to know what the number is that this woman is going to face so that she can accept the deal." "A few million will do," Stefano commented. "Yeah, they sure work for whoever is lucky. Do you have someone in mind yet?" the lawyer wanted to know. "At the moment I have no idea, but rest assured I'll find her. Maybe I should do a casting" the taller of the two said, taking a sip of his cold coffee. "A casting? For what purpose?".

I watched the man signal to the short, weather-worn captain who tipped his white hat and began to turn the boat around until the harsh yellow lights of the docks cast the billionaire in a ghastly yellow pallor. “At least see the manor first before you go Raini,” The man pleaded in a voice that sounded like he was not pleading at all. “My driver will drop you off, come on,” He whispered, extending his wide hand to me as he stretched to tower over our tidy little table. I hesitated, wondering what it was that could go wrong when one followed a strange billionaire to his mansion before placing my hand daintily in his, catching the lengthy exhale he heaved. Did I make him nervous? I found that I

“So: this is how the super-rich live.” “The weird thing is all this doesn’t attract me at all. I’ve never wanted this. I still don’t. I want a nice house, a family, and a man who loves me to death.” “Well, why can’t you have that and this?” “I think when you have this much money you think you deserve more than one woman. There’s so much choice. So many women throwing themselves at you. It must take a saint to say no.” “Oh, I don’t know. I think I can totally rock being with a billionaire. So many people to boss around. Delicious.”

Ann said when she saw Martha lying on the cushion. “I did. Am I supposed to sleep over?” Martha said sarcastically “Who did you have plans with? That person must be very important for you to cancel our plans.” Ann said “Well,it was the guy I told you about. The model.” Martha said “Wait a minute,let me understand what’s going on. You went out with the guy you were working with?” Ann said “Why is it a big deal? You’re also going out with your business partner.” Martha said “It’s not a big deal to go out with your business partner,the big deal here is the fact that you ditched me because of someone you met today. You’re a snitch.” Ann said

"Are you going to sell this information too?" "No. I will create a tabloid with exclusive news about you," she laughed. "Billionaire Damon Banks admits to making sexual jokes to his partners and gets sued for it." He chuckled. The Lamborghini was parked in front of the mansion where Arabella lived. The house was completely dark, exactly as she had left it before leaving. That meant Mason hadn't returned home yet. The woman averted her eyes from Damon for the first time since getting into the car, realizing that she could spend hours admiring his beauty.