The Billionaire's Match Novels & Stories

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

He glanced at it and the color drained from his face. Noah frowned. “What is it?” Ethan didn’t answer. He turned the screen toward Noah. It was a headline. Big, bold, and impossible to miss. > Billionaire Ethan Cole Secretly Engaged to His Male Assistant. Inside the Shocking Love Story of the Year! ******** Noah froze in shock. “What—how—?”

The air between the two men turned instantly to ice. Victor’s eyes widened slightly, a sudden, violent jolt of shock rippling through his handsome features. The arrogance melted away, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated recognition. He knew that face. He had spent five agonizing years hunting that dark, lethal gaze across international markets, shadow syndicates, and destroyed offshore holdings. It was the Ghost Billionaire. Victor’s heart hammered against his ribs as a cold sweat broke out along his neck. He had no idea this man was in the city, nor did he know that this silent figure was the husband of Vivian Miller. To Victor, his eternal, terrifying rival was simply standing

I was going through my phone when a certain news caught my attention, because that news mentioned me, none of the other news did, and I know why because my dad and brother had threatened the reporters. Not that I couldn't do it, it just makes me feel that I'm loved and people do care about me. . "The playboy, again is engaged, with a Victoria secret model, who claimed to be his best friend during his first marriage with the heir of Lightwood enterprises Ms. Caroline Lightwood." Is this the reason for the divorce of Ms. Lightwood and her player ex-husband Mr. Knight.? As we all know how much both the partners were in love with each other. What might have led to their separation? We all know M

Dylan didn’t even know that billionaires can be hurt by knowing someone will leave them. Billionaires used to be imperfect, and they didn’t care about people who leave their life. However, Luke is so different—that’s why he is a charming billionaire that captivated the young and reluctant Dylan Cohen. The warmth of love is only present when he is with him. Dylan is not worth ten million pesos—but an immeasurable price worth of his treasures. The pretty boy approached him and then looked at his grey eyes. Those warm amber eyes of his sugar baby are soothing his soul and inner peace. Dylan smile genuinely as he holds his sugar daddy’s face. His toes ascended him to his tall lips.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.