Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Match

But his next words stopped me in my tracks. “I can’t give you two million dollars, but I know someone who can give you more,” he said casually. I turned back to him, intrigued despite my anger. “Who?” “Well, there’s a rich billionaire in town who happens to be looking for a wife.” “And so?” I asked, growing tired of his games and antics. “What does that have to do with me?” “Well, he’s not that okay…” Donnie said, waving his hands in a dismissive manner, “he has some bit of, actually never mind.”

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

I stared at my hands, calloused and worn, and wondered if I could even pull it off. He tapped the paper in front of him, a profile I hadn't yet dared to read. "I'll pair you with someone tonight," Conrad said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he took a sip. The clinking of the ice was the only sound in the room for a moment. "He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country."

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

The four billionaires had come back for payback but none of them realized just how much the night would would twist. Attraction had entered the game and hearts and pride would collide.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

But there was no believable explanation for it yet. “Thank you,” I said instead. She squeezed my hand. “You don't have to thank me. You're my best friend. I'd fight the whole world for you.” I smiled at her, but the guilt settled a little deeper. Because one day, she might wonder why I'd let her defend me with only half the truth. Later that afternoon, a news segment interrupted the movie we had been watching. “Billionaire businessman Donavin Prescott attended the annual Prescott Foundation where he announced a new investment initiative”.