The Billionaire's First Glance 소설 & 이야기

His lips quivered and for the first time since they got into the taxi, he made attempt to ask why the frightened lady beside him was spacing out. Her lashes fluttered and her pretty, well carved lips had a small smile spread out; obviously a fake. Now that she knew what he was capable of, she would tread cautiously with him. But first of all, she needed to see this billionaire. Nathan, that was the only name she heard. How does she go about looking for a particular rich CEO that was known as just Nathan in a city filled with billions of people?

I watched the man signal to the short, weather-worn captain who tipped his white hat and began to turn the boat around until the harsh yellow lights of the docks cast the billionaire in a ghastly yellow pallor. “At least see the manor first before you go Raini,” The man pleaded in a voice that sounded like he was not pleading at all. “My driver will drop you off, come on,” He whispered, extending his wide hand to me as he stretched to tower over our tidy little table. I hesitated, wondering what it was that could go wrong when one followed a strange billionaire to his mansion before placing my hand daintily in his, catching the lengthy exhale he heaved. Did I make him nervous? I found that I

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

“Who’s Vera?” He took a step forward. She didn’t move, she couldn’t. Her heart was slamming in her chest. He looked… broken, tired, not like the sharp billionaire who barked orders and wore thousand-dollar watches, he looked human. “I don’t want to be alone,” he muttered. “Okay,” she said slowly, inching closer to him, "you’re not.” He looked down, then up again. His eyes were glassy, “I hate her,” he said.

Heather looked up and saw the despair and insecurities in his beautiful blue eyes "Who knew the rich got this side too" It was her first time ,seeing his face up close . That flawless, fair milky skin, those magical blue orbs,his full lips curved into a curious yet nervous smile. "I am honored to make you laugh.You know you got this beautiful smile" he said genuinely and grinned boyishly. "Thank you Mr Charming " she smiled back. It rare seeing cold billionaire behaving in that warm manner , she understands the beautiful warm features could turn dead into cold stone in an instant. The man looked at her looking lost again and smiled" Penny for your thought, anything bothering your mind" he sa

It look him minutes to eat just half of the food. Annabella gently sat down on another seat opposite his own,she was trying her best not to look at him as he ate but unluckily she couldn't control her eyes. They kept on staring and staring,for the first time she came to realize that the young billionaire sitting in front of her is looking so insanely handsome and hot.

They might be his grandsons. Cardo entered and with me. He was holding my hands again. A girl who happens to be the only femine in the room before we entered, looked shocked as she stared at the both of us. The expression on her face was obvious. Grandpa O’Brien eyes went to our hands and my face before settling his gaze at Cardo. I can’t believe I’m staring face to face with the richest billionaire ever. Should I be proud of myself? Oh yeah! Diamond. You’re becoming wierd.

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”

Another woman spoke with a condescending scoff, I leaned back in my seat, blood draining from my face. “Well, he has had his fair share of different kinds of women.” The first woman chuckled. “You mean unfair share-“ the second lady stressed, her voice laced with amusement. “-that man has half of the women in New York swooning over him.” “Including me!” The first voice laughed, heels clicking and the tap rushing when someone turned it open. “Well, It’s not a surprise. Not only is he a billionaire, he has the face that could rival with a Greek god.” The third woman was so close to my stall.

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"