The Billionaire's Match Novels & Stories

That word— Billionaire. Billionaire. Something seemed to ache inside her mind. But Althea wasn’t finished. “But you seem to have gained some weight, best?” she added with a teasing smile. “But it’s okay. You’re still beautiful.” She paused for a moment before adding— “And most of all, you married a billionaire.” At that very moment— It felt as though something exploded inside Theariza’s mind. A voice. A memory. A word that seemed strangely familiar. From her dream.

She already knew. Kevin Torres. The owner of the mansion. Her billionaire employer. He silently looked down at her without the slightest trace of emotion and not even a small smile. There wasn't a single hint of kindness on his face. Under his cold gaze, Graziel suddenly felt like a student who had been caught cheating during an exam. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir," she said quickly. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at her and then at the cleaning supplies scattered across the floor. Then back at her again. He made no move to help.

This was too comical, a billionaire mogul who could have any girl he wanted was afraid of getting rejected. “No, I just want you to have enough to eat, I had tired you out last night” I answered while smirking. Smiling, she took the plate I made for her and started digging in. Looking at her in disbelief, I finally said the words that were on the tip of my tongue. “Easy down tiger, the food is right in front of you, it's not going anywhere, so slow down and mind you choke on the food.” Looking up at me, she rolled her eyes before she continued scarfing down her food. Smiling, I drew out a chair and sat beside her eating and also watching her.

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend

Of all the devastating, world-altering revelations of the day, that was her takeaway? "Chloe! Focus! The man I'm fake-dating was publicly cuckolded by his own brother, his life was destroyed, and his former friend is now his sworn enemy, who is apparently feeding information to the press and threatening me! This isn't a romantic comedy!" "Okay, okay, fine," she said, holding up her hands in surrender, though a mischievous glint remained in her eyes. "It's a dark romantic thriller. My point still stands. You have two billionaires in a tug-of-war over you. That's objectively hot."

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

“But, bottom line, I married a billionaire.” It was my intention to marry Alonzo Nevan, Damian's uncle, for that reason it would irk Damian, and he could easily help me win this battle and lawsuit with my parents because he's already a billionaire. It turned out, then even when I married the wrong Alonzo, I still landed on a billionaire that I needed. “Thank God,” I whispered. The tons of shopping bags from Chanel called for a special service delivery from the store. Alonzo was already waiting for me while I used their powder room.

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.