The Billionaire’s Last Clause Novels & Stories

I said, my voice trembling with emotions. “Your husband is a billionaire, he can get you whatever he wants” Overwhelmed, I threw my arms around him again. “Thank you Ethan” I whispered

Clara said quickly, avoiding their eyes. “For him to make you red like this, he’s clearly someone,” Zara said knowingly. “He’s the one who helped track your location,” Aria added cheerfully. “Christian Alonso.” “Christian?” Zara’s eyes widened. “The Christian Alonso?” “Yep.” “The owner of Alonso Security? The fucking billionaire?” Zara asked. “The very one,” Aria said, smiling. “And he was clearly enamored with Clara.” “Stop,” Clara said, raising her hands. “What’s with the word enamored? That’s too much. We barely spoke, and he barely looked at me.”

I nodded and slipped away before they could start firing off questions. Once I got back to the penthouse, I found it empty. That meant one thing: silence. Sweet, overwhelming silence. I changed out of my jeans and hoodie, washed off the cheap drugstore makeup, and transformed into my designer persona: a silk robe, perfectly manicured hands, and just the right amount of smudged mascara to give off that effortlessly chic vibe. The face of a billionaire’s beloved. Felix Vaughn showed up at six. “We have dinner tomorrow,” he said without preamble. “At the Harrington estate. Their daughter just got engaged to the oil heir from Norway. They want a joint cover feature.”

They had landed at the airport that morning and had gone from one meeting after the next and now had only just arrived at the hotel they were staying at and all she wanted was a hot shower and a good night's sleep for tomorrow's busy schedule. Sadly,Mr Gabriel wasn't done working, and that meant no sleep for Reid until he said so. “Yes, Mr. Gabriel”, She said keeping her voice emotionless. He acknowledged her response with a nod and began looking through the contents of a stock market pamphlet with intense focus. When Reid learned that she would be sharing the penthouse suite of one of the most exclusive hotels in Dubai with her boss, she had a moment of panic, until she'd seen the suite. It

Claire said and sat beside Blake with a significant smile. George looked at the card in shock. Ten Billion? His company wasn’t even worth that amount, and Claire gave him ten billion like it was nothing. The other family was shocked and awed over the amount handed without care. “If time weren’t short for replenishing the lost, I would have personally gotten you the amount on Monday, but since Claire already had this amount on her, I believe it’ll be the same. I said she is a billionaire, but it’s just not in her purse.” Blake said casually.

“Oh, so I can see where it is written that ‘in addition to the trillion dollars in monetary form, you’ll be getting an extra gift popularly known as a dumb blonde’, right?” “Just open the damn thing.” He mutters through clenched teeth. Grunting, I open the document, and as Daniel had said, clause 1 was… Wait, no. I scan down the entire front page and there is nothing relating to me in there. “Did you find what you are looking for?” Raid asks, his voice taunting. “That lowlife cousin of mine visited you today, didn’t he? And let me guess, he told you that clause one states that in addition to a trillion dollars, you get to take a ‘dumb blonde’ on a date, maybe even make her your girlfriend, a

Because even though he and his companion, Easton, were clearly older than Romero they dare not offend or disrespect him in any way. “Why?” Wilson, the billionaire's PA asked with a frown seated on his face, why were they stopping the approval of the deal after coming so far? With a deep breath,Mr Jackson replied “Clause 6 states otherwise.” Romero retracted his gaze and followed down to clause 6. “It states that an individual willing to join the Old Wealth must be responsible-” “Excuse me?!” Wilson exclaimed with shock, he stared at both the old men and then to his boss.. Were they planning to have their heads on a platter? How dare they call Romero Kingsley irresponsible?

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.

Through the tinted window I saw Damian standing in his doorway, holding Chloe's arm, staring at the license plate, his perfect cold face finally pale, finally understanding that the penniless nobody he just divorced was not a nobody at all. And tomorrow, all of New York would know. Tomorrow, the billionaire's ex-wife would return as a secret billionaire. And she would own the building he lives in.

What sort of man takes a woman who just had surgery delivering three babies? “If you hurt her, I swear there will be no force in this world to keep me from killing you.” I growl. He laughs again. “I look forward to it brother. Besides, isn’t it always the fate of brothers to battle until one is dead? Now, you have a chance here. Pay me a hundred million and ten million every month for the next ten years. Then I will return her to you.” He’s insane. I have more than enough money to pay what he wants but if he thinks I will give him money for the next ten years he’s crazy.