The Billionaire Marni Mann Novels & Stories

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

Ashley asked. "Mrs Maria grand opening is tomorrow, she sent us an invitation, I'm sure that Annabelle would be there." Anita replied with a sinister smile. "What do you plan to do?" Beatrice asked. Anita lean closer to her ear and whisper some words to her. Beatrice, face lits up, and a smile appeared on her lips making Ashley confused. Ashley was about to speak up when she saw the headline on the news. The Cold-hearted billionaire has returned home. Her eyes widen and she smiled. Anita followed her gaze and she cussed when she saw the headline. I thought he said they killed him? How comes he's alive? She thought.

She is Anthony's rejected fiance, he treated her anyhow but she doesn't want to leave the young billionaire. She has been away for a while due to her work, she kept getting contracts from different companies, tho she is rude and arrogant but they still run after her because she is popular. "Thank you so much Moringa for your cooperation, it is nice doing business with you." A young man appreciated, he stretched out his hand for a shake but she rejected it. The young man was embarrassed but he didn't show it, he doesn't want to make the mighty Moringa to get angry with their company.

It read; Billionaire philanthropist William Armani arrived later than expected from Boston, where he is last seen. He was accompanied by Henry Hilton, his personal assistant, Luke Orton, his friend and he is also seen hand in hand with a mysterious woman we’ve never seen him with before. This is the first time William Armani has ever been photographed with a woman, the article read. Mr. Armani walked hand in hand with this anonymous woman as they looked like they were in their own world while Mr. Hilton and Mr. Orton walked ahead.

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

he ordered, brushing aside what his secretary had said. On the other hand, a young man was thrilled to learn that everything was going according to plan, and the events of his day were unfolding perfectly. Wayne had been missing for a week, and no one knew where he was. He felt confident that Wayne was dead and would never be found by anyone. "May you rest in peace, Mr. Wayne," he said with a smirk, watching the news on television where the disappearance of the well-known billionaire was being reported. He's the mastermind behind the accident that happened to Wayne. Consumed by jealousy and envy, he devised a plan that he believed would bring down the billionaire and take all his wealth, whi

Rosa didn’t say a word. It was known across the world that Luciano Mancini was rumored to be the Italian Don—but there was never any proof, nor was it ever made official. He owned countless legitimate businesses, charity organizations for noble causes, schools, and hospitals that served people for free, all carefully crafted to keep his image spotless. No one had ever been able to touch him. But she couldn’t hide it anymore that Luciano Mancini—the billionaire tycoon, the wealthiest man in the country—was her ex-husband.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

As if that was not enough, his staring was so obvious that the others would stare in my direction. He stared more when I had to talk to unknown people; he would nod in my direction, and these gossip mongers in the guise of my old friends and colleagues would hang around to hear more gossip. To my surprise, I found out Alessandro Armani was the 10th richest man in the country and one of the youngest. I guess that was why I was being glared at by some ladies at the other end of the party.

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.