The Billionaire's Alternate Plan Novels & Stories

A thousand questions from all angles. "How did you meet the billionaire?. Did you seduce him?. Was it worth it to break up his relationship with his girlfriend? Were you paid to do this? Did he marry you because of the baby?. Does he love you?. Why was the wedding a secret?. Did you Snatch him from his well known girlfriend Ellie Angus?. Did he rape you?. Is this all an act? Is this some sort of surrogacy? Did you blackmail him?". The questions were unending. Oliver tries to shield me, but that can't protect me from their questions.

Most especially, after listening to Rosella's confession, he swore to abandon them with the cops until they spoke up and have the mastermind exposed. Also, he needed a refund of all his losses else, their businesses and estates would be forfeited. Was that too much to ask for of a billionaire? Did being a billionaire mean losing an asset and caring less about it? Course not! Stanley delivered fliers to Lilian who in turn informed Jasmine about the big party. Was Jasmine really going to show up? What if she did and she got killed? "Should we expect Mrs. Jasmine?" Lisa asked Jason after she had cleared the table of the plates he ate his breakfast with.

"Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost." San told him as she just discovered while gossiping with the nurses. "I know." He added and felt San becoming stiff. "You...." She was stunned. Did she make a mistake in accepting him while Gael smirked. "How you think I reached at this point?" "You...are really..... doing this." She blinked slowly trying to figure out how to deal with this. One man she thought was different and alas he was a bad apple too.

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

Sanders would've had to tell him that his sick plans whatever they were, were sidelined. They'd want to shut her up, they had no knowledge of the drawings I was sure, but they wouldn't take the chance of her someday recognizing one of them and spilling the beans. I have to think like a criminal, get into their heads so I could stay one step ahead. If I couldn't figure this shit out the US senate would just be one man short in the not too distant future, as well as the medical community. It would only take an experienced pilot with a parachute to send a plane crashing into the Rockies, or maybe devil's tower. Shit happens.

“Initially, I thought about taking over his company, just as he had taken over mine when I wasn’t around. But then… something clicked. I thought—why should this be so easy? Why can billionaires take over each other’s companies so effortlessly when they aren’t even related, when there’s no blood feud, when the law and contracts exist only to complicate things?” I paused, letting the words sink in, and continued. “That’s when Phoenix came to me. A model, a system… a company designed to protect billionaires from losing their wealth and control of their own ventures. It’s a proactive system of legal, financial, and operational safeguards, created to ensure that what happened with Benson—and what

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

“Long story. I have intentions of pursuing her. I hope you don’t mind.” The billionaire was quiet. Casually, he thought of the new gun he had just purchased, all the way from Russia. That’s right, he hadn’t had the opportunity to test it out yet. Maybe this was the chance he was waiting for. “I’ll compensate your family for your death.” “You are too kind.” The call ended and Vaughn glared down at his phone. He called for his secretary a moment later. “Get the jet ready. We’ll go on a little trip.”

He was so tall he cast a shadow over my small frame. “I know you need the money, Violet,” he whispered, leaning down. “Your father is sick. Your family is being chased by loan sharks. I am your only hope.” He was right. I was drowning. I had nowhere else to go. This was my only chance to save the people I loved. But marrying a stranger? Marrying a man like him? It was terrifying. “What… what are the terms?” I asked softly. A small smirk played on his lips. He liked that I was being practical.

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”