The Billionaire's Lost Love Revival Mga Nobela at Kwento

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

Her feelings frighten her. If Chris is just an ordinary man, Mia might have asked him out without thinking too much. But he isn’t. He is Chris Wayne, the hottest and most eligible billionaire bachelor whose father happens to be her boss. Their worlds are vastly different. And the bills and debts that keep piling up call her attention to something more urgent: surviving. So she pushes this secret crush and longing to the back of her mind and occupies her mind with her new job. Now she is sitting anxiously in Mr. Powell’s office. He has returned from his European trip and asks to see her personally. Mia is a bit nervous. She wonders what will be her first assignment.

Knowing that he was in the same town, she knew there was a possibility of a confrontation with Ronin, but deep down she had really wished things would work out in her favor. But when has fate ever been on her side? Or at least, she couldn’t recall the last time things went the way she wanted, planned, or hoped for. Seeing Grandpa Edgar yesterday had been tough enough. His sudden appearance brought back a flood of memories from months ago when her life took an unexpected and drastic turn. His words, voice, and mere presence triggered a deluge of memories from her ill-fated marriage to Ronin. Ronin. The man she had struggled so hard to love. But it was impossible to love someone who barely spa

He looked familiar. "So what has got drinking for the first time? " His blue eyes piercing. My mood sour as I remembered what I'd witnessed about an hour ago. "Oh. It's a funny story actually." "I have more than enough time to listen." "I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend." He is quite for a second, clearly not expecting that. "His loss." "Wait, What?" No apology or sympathy?. "Yes, his loss. It is obvious you are a wonderful person. You are kind and smart and beautiful. His loss. " He shrugged, like it's not a big deal that he said all that to someone he just met.

I tried high and low to find her but she had vanished. I had hired a private investigator but even he failed me and all of a sudden even her best friend Scarlett had vanished. My heart was broken into pieces and did not know whether it would be mended but like a ray of sunshine, she came back again. But with a different name and her brother was my very good friend. I was beyond happy but she was running away from me, Is she married or something? Thinking about the possibility, did not give me any comfort, so I decided to get to the bottom of things, and this time I have decided that no matter what, I will make her mine. Whether she likes it or not.

She still had not healed or wrapped her head around what had happened earlier at the restaurant and how her day went from bright and beautiful to cloudy and sad in just a few minutes. She picked up the bunch of magazines and newspapers from the kitchen counter where Lisa had placed them and carried them to the sofa where she sat and took a deep breath before opening the paper bag that had been carrying the magazines. She took deep breaths and then picked up the first magazine, 'BILLIONAIRE LUCAS ARCHER'S SECOND HITCH?' One of the headlines read right above a picture of Lucas and Mia, with Mia showing her diamond ring off. Isabelle scorfed and tossed the magazine to the floor.

We looked at each other and he gestured for me to shake hands with his client. I nodded at him and shook hands with her for a brief moment. Madam took a step back and was in awe as she looked at the two guys in front of her. She said, “It’s amazing to see two young billionaires together. And what’s even more amazing is that both are from the same family. I heard that your businesses are known as sister companies. It must be a delight to have each other in the same business.” I pressed my lips firmly as I turned towards the brothers. Both chuckled shyly with what they heard.

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b

“We can’t even pay for food, Dad, How?” His face fell. “I had no choice…” I almost slapped him, but held back because he was my father. “No choice?” He grabbed my wrist desperately. “But there’s a way out, Damian Liam. He will erase the debt.” A cold shiver ran down my spine as the name hit me like ice water. Everyone knew Damian Liam, the ruthless billionaire tycoon rumored to have ties to the mafia. I had no idea how he was related to the debt my father owes. I looked at my father with hope, but it died quickly. “In exchange for what?” I asked, already scared of the answer.

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.