The Billionaire's Alternate Plan Novels & Stories

“Let me talk to the man first. See if I can find anything out by using my powers of persuasion. I’ll get him alone and try and find out what he knows. If it doesn’t work, you can do it your way. Let me get him relaxed, caught off-guard, I’m pretty good at what I do. Less risk to Grayson that way initially as there may be more of them in the club tonight. The one billion offer still stands for the billionaire’s safe return.” He lifted his glass in a toast towards her. His maniacal smile, wider than ever. “We’ll make a true psycho out of you yet. Cavallo Nero, you should be proud of your daughter. I’ll give you three hours to work your magic. But everything has a price. There is a price for

He dropped his cell phone on the floor while he raised his head gently, glaring at the gun that Avalor pointed at him. "Now what, Avalor? I have done as you said. Now let Hilda go, and we all can go our separate ways." He pleaded. Richard is the number-one billionaire in the city of Los Angeles. He had the government and his armed forces under his command. I remembered how Ruthy talked about him back then at the company. "Have you cared if Hilda wants to go with you or not, Moron?" Avalor questioned. "Bring the damn gun down, Avalor!" I yelled out loud.

Then she would hurry to try to shut Mark up, and in the process, with his riches and everything he had, Bob would have either tried to gain evidence from her meeting with Mark or tried to offer Mark an option of security in return for a witness in court. " Bloody sneaky bastard..." She muttered with a slight smile after realizing Bob's plan. She knew Bob was a master mind of his own, and she dared not undermine him in any way. After all, the beast became a billionaire on his own, though with some help from his lineage and all. Nonetheless, Courtney wasn't going to back down either. This has become a war, the winner is the king, and the loser will be known as the thief.

“Mr Valesca, pleasure to have you here sir. May we speak in my office?“ Oh, now I see why he acted like he owned the place. The Valescas are the wealthiest family in Manhattan, if not the whole of new York. They've been for generations and I doubt that is going anywhere. I huff, casting a pitiful glance at the receptionist who's wiping away a few tears that have managed to escape from the encounter. As I'm about to get into my blue beat down Toyota Corolla, a voice whispers in my mind 'Liora, this is your chance. The billionaire needs a surrogate. Go now and get that money.' My hand freezes on the door handle. Yes. This could be my chance. He's desperate, I'm desperate. This would work out p

The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding. The television overhead buzzed with the latest news: “Carson Corp faces a financial crisis. Rumors suggest that Madison Carson, the now heir, may soon marry Lowe Sterling, potentially securing a partnership with Sterling Inc. No official confirmation has been made.” Mila tightened her grip on the chopsticks, her eyes betraying the coldness she felt inside. Five years had passed, and though the mall around her was more prosperous, it was still Lowe's world.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

"I thought I made it clear what would happen if you ever stepped foot in this city again." ​"Times change, Sierra," Elena said, clicking her tongue. She held a detonator in her left hand, wired directly into the tower’s main cooling system. "Alpha reached out. He told me the Billionaire Rogue, your precious son, had turned the family name into a charity project. He said it was time for the 'Originals' to take the wheel back." ​The Blood-Debt Negotiation

“And a little fucked up.” He shrugged. “We’ve got to survive one way or the other.” “Aren’t you scared he’s going to find out the truth and all this is going to come back and bite us in the ass?” I asked. “I mean, the man is a billionaire. You don’t just get there without being extremely perceptive and ruthless.” “That’s why we have to hope like hell plan A works.” He grabbed his magazine and flipped it back open. “Now enough with the questions. We came here to find you the perfect dress and we should get on with that.”

She has a gut feeling that he is a cheater who would use back hand-means to get what he wants. A true business man and billionaire will come up with a good strategy to enforce his business. But Mr. Harper's plan has no weight to do so. She exchanges a glance with Nelson who also notices her point. Just then, a message pops up on her phone and she reads it. A smile breaks on her face and she makes her decision instantly. "Well, I am afraid that this proposal of yours doesn't interest me and doesn't suit the concept I am looking for, Mr. Harper," she informed him and he furrowed his brows in confusion.