The Billionaire's Alternate Plan Novels & Stories

Just a P*F attachment protected by a twenty-four-character key. ​His fingers hovered over the keyboard. This was it. The moment the world shifted. Once he opened this file, there was no going back to the man he was yesterday. He would either be a billionaire with a failed audit, or he would be the father of three heirs to an empire that was currently being circled by vultures. ​He looked at the door to the library. He thought about Bella’s face—the cold, professional mask she had worn in the boardroom. He thought about the dinosaur drawing.

Carlton said, and his mother nodded. “This is such a mess. Can you imagine how much embarrassment and humiliation this family has to suffer? I can't believe he wanted to get married to someone so irresponsible,” his mother added and Carlton sighed. “Well I suppose a broken wedding is better than a broken marriage,” Carlton pointed out. “You could say that. Now that you're back, let's talk about the company. I'm stepping down for you to take over at the next shareholder's meeting,” his father announced. “When you say takeover, do you mean you would be stepping down completely or as your puppet?” He asked with a raised brow and his father chuckled.

she said as she stabbed her banana split with a spoon. Aliyah just laughed. “Cheers to that, bestie! Leave it to the Lord. A baby is a blessing. And the donor is extremely handsome, so that’s fine. I still can’t believe you met again and that you still love him. And even more surprising—he’s apparently been a billionaire all along. He just pretended to be poor and worked as a tricycle driver.” She nodded.

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*

Which billionaire shops at Target? I stomped out of the building, my pride bruised and plot foiled. One thing was clear: Next time, I had to go full villain mode. ~~~~ I spent the whole night plotting like a villain. Clearly, the petty stuff wasn’t cutting it. If I wanted that two-million-dollar sendoff, I had to go full chaos mode. The next morning, I walked into that penthouse armed with a plan so outrageously brilliant, it deserved its own villain soundtrack. Step one: Sabotage the schedule.

“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.

He was being completely honest about his ruthlessness. "What are the terms?" I asked, looking down at the tablet again. "One year," Alexander replied. "We live in the same house. We attend public events together as a happily married couple to keep the press happy. Behind closed doors, we mind our own business. No romance, no expectations. After twelve months, we quietly divorce, and I settle a hundred million dollars into your personal account. You'll never have to look at your father or Julian ever again." I stared at the document. My thumb hovered over the digital signature box. Just a few hours ago, I was crying on a bench, thinking my life was over. Now, the biggest billionaire in the ci

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

Assistant Mark immediately sealed his own mouth shut before the billionaire strangled him. It was obvious he was jealous, but Lionel refused to admit it. He braced his hands against the table, staying silent for a while before finally calming down with a sigh. After a whole day buried in work, he leaned back into the chair with both arms relaxed, though his back and shoulders clearly ached from exhaustion. “Your back hurts again, sir? Let me massage you!” Assistant Mark quickly noticed. “With those rough ugly hands of yours? If you touch me with those hands, you’re dead.” After saying that, the billionaire suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. His eyes lit up as he ordered, “Call Danielle.

another chimed in, running her hands over the material. "My grandson's gonna be thrilled. He needs a new jacket for school." "This one even looks name brand! I could probably sell it secondhand and make rent." Then came the question that made my blood freeze. "But who does something like this out of nowhere? What's his name again?" "I think Mr. Curt said…it was a billionaire Alpha…Hemsworth i think? My body went still. Hemsworth. For a heartbeat, I couldn't breathe. My wolf bristled inside me, pacing, restless.