The Billionaire's Match Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

My mind was on one thing and one thing only by this point. I stared down at Thea, who still held my hand, grinning up at me. Did this mean I had actually won the $100,000 prize? Was this real? I smiled at Thea, gratitude swelling in my chest for this sweet little girl, but then I did a double take as something on her neck caught my eye. A faint mark, on the back of her neck—a crescent moon shaped birthmark—identical to the one my own baby had when she was born.

My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen It was a front, I'm definitely sure about it. McQueen was siphoning off money, using the funds to finance his scheme against me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just about revenge, it was about crippling everything I had built, piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort. He has a fiancée for whom he will find a gift at this auction. But a different gem caught his attention. As if at first glance, the beautiful young woman immediately captivated his eyes. Eleanor, on the other hand, couldn't believe it, in front of her was a very handsome man, not old and not looking hungry for flesh either. "Eleanor Lualhati, a virgin probinsyana, Sold to the Billionaire!"

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Live feed? My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: > Hello, Ecca. You’re still in the game. Want to play fair? Let’s meet. Tomorrow, noon, at Maple Park. Come alone. And don’t bring blankets. You’ll need your hands free. My stomach dropped. This was no longer legal winnings. This was a challenge. --- That night, I sat at the table with Davis and Nora, who had finally answered his call. “There’s a device in the house,” I said quietly.

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

"Nothing happened." "Camila." The warning in her voice makes me groan. "What?" "You were meeting with the billionaire." I hate that that's how she describes him. The billionaire. Not Alejandro, not the CEO. As if he's some mythical creature, maybe he is. "How did it go?" she asks. I look down at our joined hands because suddenly meeting her eyes feels impossible. "There was a settlement offer." Her entire face brightens. "That's amazing." "It wasn't normal."

You don't get to come home to play happy family with some rich bitch. My jaw locked so tight my back teeth ached. I swallowed hard, feeling the raw, bruised tissue tear slightly under the fabric... my breath hitching as I adjusted the black silk until the heavy weave barely trapped the wound against my pulse. My father was waiting downstairs. The heiress was downstairs. Her father... the most predatory billionaire scout in the entire NHL... was down there, waiting to collect his collateral. I took one last cold, unblinking look in the glass. The untouchable Ashcroft heir. Immaculate suit. Dead eyes.