The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal Novels & Stories

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

I yelled while laughing. After sharing a hug, they got into the car and zoomed off. **** "Good morning, my wonderful artists. I've got some good news to share," Jake's voice rang through the entire artist's loft. Everyone including me turned their heads to listen to what he had to say. "Okay. I recently got a business proposal from one of New York's most successful billionaires. Oh, you all can take a wild guess," he said. Everyone looked confused and at the same time surprised at the huge smile on Jake's face. The excitement in him was very obvious.

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

Her words were accompanied by a scoff. Had he caught some kind of brain sickness or a brain sickness had caught him because what the heck? First he pins her to his desk then literally proposes. Tells her to accept him. An animal. What the heck. Of course, she should've expected. He was a billionaire after all, and they were very good at demanding anything. Thinking the world revolved around them. “Do I look like some kind of slut you can just ask to marry you and she'd foolishly heed? Weren't you even thinking before you asked?”

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

“No. I waited. Then I posed as your husband to the nurse on shift the next day. They let me in. I accessed your file.” “Jesus.” “I didn’t say anything to you. Not then. I waited. Watched. I then saw your scandal as the billionaire nanny on the news and I knew I had to act. Bingo.” He smirked. “Aren’t I smart?”

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”