The Billionaire's Match Novels & Stories

I still can't believe he had this effect on me. His eyes held an emotion I knew all too well. Love. He looked at me with love and it made my heart melt. I snapped out of it and called out to him. “Ace? ” I asked with hope. He just stared at me with confusion written all over his features and then it dawned on me. Oh God no. No. No. No. Let this not be what I think it is. “I am your… your wife Audrey Zimmer,you own Zimmer Inc and you are a very successful billionaire” I said with hope.

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

Hugo looked surprised to see me. “What’s with that look on your face?” I said as I hopped onto the bar stool. “You didn’t think I would show up?” “Um, kind of.” He gave me a sheepish smile. I quickly looked away and ordered a margarita. Sliding my hand inside my brown sling bag, I fetched my tablet and got down to business. “So, the billionaire matchmaking club,” I said as I scrolled through the files till I found what I was looking for. “I have been…”

She knew that Mitchell had some of the craziest ideas and was ready to hear what she had to say now "I say, we try to get this billionaire to date one of us. I mean he could be the solution that we have been looking for. Can you imagine having a billionaire boyfriend?" Mitchell asked " I knew you were going to say something like that. First of all, nowhere in that post does it mention the billionaire neither does it show his picture. And isn't Global Tech one of the few companies whose owner is not known to the public? " Diana asked for clarification as she tried to reason with Mitchell," Besides, what if he's a seventy year old man? "

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Another one spoke in a whisper and Ariella blinked, she had been hearing few waitress speak of this, but only now did she become curious as to who they spoke of. “Yes, an eligible bachelor, but he is above our standards.” Another waitress walked next to them, she has also heard them talk. “You must be forgetting how arrogant and ruthless he is.” She added and this was another red flag of this man to Ariella “How cruel he is doesn’t bother me, I just can’t resist him, and no lady can if they meet him.” The second one spoke again and Ariella glanced at her with a scoff, she could see her grinning from ear to ear and this was not the kind of love she wished for, admiring someone who could never

“I call it business.” Leila’s jaw tightened. “Well, I’m not for sale.” His lips twitched in amusement. “Good to know.” He set his glass down with a soft clink, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek tablet. He tapped the screen, then turned it toward her. Leila’s breath caught. It was a security photo. Tunde, her younger brother, shook hands with a man Leila immediately recognized as a well-known money launderer in a dimly lit café. No.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.