The Billionaire Marni Mann Novels & Stories

Taking a step further to a table, some group of men walked towards them, sharing handshakes and hugs, leaving Mandy standing like some maid. "So good to see you, who would have thought, the almighty Lauren would be here." As they warmly greet each other, Mandy can smell that they are not just some bloody millionaires but billionaires, she sees reason, the old man is desperate to be in this world. To be rich is everything, still in her thoughts, the organizer of the event came and called out to Lauren.

Not empty. That would have been easier. No, they looked like they belonged to a man who had learned very early that softness was a liability. A headline caught my eye. DAVE ASHTON: THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE REDEFINING POWER Another. COLD, CALCULATED, UNTETHERED Another. THE MAN TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS FEARED Perfect. Of course. Of course the stranger I was being forced to marry looked like he could ruin lives before breakfast and still make it to a board meeting by nine.

Elena pov The coffee's gone cold in my cup but I can't seem to care, my fingers hover over my phone screen as I stare at the notification that just shattered my morning into a thousand pieces. Billionaire Alexander Harrington Spotted Leaving Hotel with Mystery Woman at 3 AM. The headline screams at me and I click it even though every part of me knows I shouldn't. My name is Elena Martin-Harrington, twenty-seven years old, wife to one of New York's most powerful billionaires, mother to a beautiful, three-year-old boy, and apparently the most pathetic woman in Manhattan.

The masculine voice answered from behind the door. "Oh" I packed and arranged my ponytail well. "I'm coming now." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room.to meet the two hefty men, that were standing still. The look on their face were strong and the smile on one of them was hideous. He snapped out of the smiling, very fast. It was very strange. They looked focused on the way to where Mr Dorth-rak was sitting. He was a billionaire, as told by Orlan. He own a hospital and the Myar corp. Which was a multi-billion dollars company, owned by him. I was very privileged to meet him, a billionaire. I walked stylishly to him and occupied the stood beside the vacant seat, that was at the spot, ju

Leonardo slowly raised a single hand. The enforcer immediately pulled the bolt cutters back, leaving them hovering an inch above my finger. I let out a massive, shaking gasp of air, my chest heaving violently. Leonardo took a slow step closer to me. "A billionaire investor," he said quietly, "Someone who comes into my city, locks down my accounts, and tries to steal the controlling shares of a company I helped build. Who has the nerve to extort my money, Marco?" I swallowed hard, my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper."Her name is Viviana Marino," I gasped out. "She's an American-Italian investor. She owns Marino Vintners and tech. "

was. I felt him before I saw him, like a shift in atmospheric pressure. Lucian Kane. The billionaire who made other billionaires nervous. The man whose empire of luxury hotels and tech investments had its claws in half of Manhattan. And the one man who’d humiliated me three years ago at a charity gala in front of this same crowd.

“Mr. Mann is negotiating a multi-billion-dollar project via video conference, Mrs. Mann. I am afraid he has no time right now.” He glanced at Etan, who was reading a gossip magazine, and he lied through his teeth.

_ I scoffed, shaking my head as I flicked the ashes of my cigarette into an overflowing tray beside me. “Dumbass,” I muttered. “If you’re gonna launder money, at least be smart about it.” Ricardo Mancini had always been too flashy, too loud. His ego was bigger than his brain. I had met him once at a charity gala years ago when I was still Mrs. James. He had been obnoxious, dripping in designer suits and gold jewelry, bragging about his "untouchable empire." Well, look at him now. I let out a bitter laugh. Prison doesn’t care about your empire.

“Her name is Naya. She’s calm. Centered. She hates drama. She reads legal contracts for fun and has a cat named Subpoena.” “She sounds perfect. You found your emotionally stable, contract-reading soulmate.” “I really think I did.” I zipped up my skirt and reached for my blouse. “So,” Mariana said, her voice shifting again, becoming slower, more deliberate. “What’s going on with you and your billionaire disaster man? The real update. Not the ‘I’m fine’ version you’ve been feeding me.” I hesitated, buttoning my blouse with fumbling fingers. “A lot,” I finally admitted.

It had to be Madison. Marilyn rubbed her forehead. “That woman cannot keep a secret to save her life.” “Good thing she can’t,” Naomi replied. “Otherwise we wouldn’t know that the most eligible billionaire in the country proposed to our best friend.” Marilyn groaned. “Can you please stop making it sound like that?” “Then tell us what happened.”