The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal Novels & Stories

He said, carefully choosing his words so as not to anger Jake any more. "Go through the papers yourself, you dimwit!" Jake shouted. Terry proceeded to open the papers and as he kept flipping the pages, he saw what he felt Jake was referring to in a corner of the paper and it was not boldly written, so anyone would have passed it without noticing. Terry then read it out to Jake's hearing, "Billionaire Sorin Zaveri ties the knot with Andrea Miles in a quiet secret wedding." "The wedding only had a few family members from both families in attendance. This has raised some questions in the mouths of people who heard about it and they wonder, is this just a wedding or a business arrangement?"

"I’ll be back before you know it. Take care of yourself while I'm gone, Chairwoman." ​Before Vivian could process her overwhelming flood of questions, Oliver turned and walked toward a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb. ​Thirty thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea, the quiet hum of jet engines filled the cabin of a Gulfstream G650. ​The interior was draped in dark leather and polished walnut. Oliver sat near the window, his soft gray sweater replaced by a bespoke, navy-blue Italian suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and commanding presence. He swirled a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, looking every bit the ruthless, untraceable Ghost Billionaire.

His day hadn't gone well,and he was frustrated and irritated at the slow progress of the project. Now after seeing her he was horny as hell. He wasn't going to force her. If she wasn't interested they'd move on and forget about it. It would probably be for the best anyway,he knew the nature of his proposition was both inappropriate and insane. “He should just withdraw his offer now and shrug it off”,he reasoned. “Yes,thank you” Her whispered words brought his train of thoughts to an instant stop. His jaw dropped as he watched her. The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual.

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

"Are you going to just stand here and let them have their moment? Or are you going to take some of it back?" Tina blinked, taken aback by his boldness. "What are you suggesting? Cause a scene?" "Maybe not a scene," he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But why let them think you're the one suffering? Make them wonder." Tina stared at him, not sure whether to be offended or intrigued. "And how am I supposed to do that?" Jesse's smile widened, and he offered her his hand. "Dance with me." Her heart skipped, a mix of shock and disbelief racing through her. "What?"

Sophia’s heart ached as she watched her father, a man who had always been her pillar of strength, reduced to this state of hopelessness. “Then what do we do?” she asked quietly. Richard straightened, his gaze meeting hers. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach drop—a mix of determination and regret. “There is one way,” he said, the words heavy with unspoken implications. “A proposal, of sorts. From Adrian Blackwood.” Sophia blinked in surprise. “Adrian Blackwood? The billionaire? What does he have to do with us?” Richard hesitated, then leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. “He’s offered to settle all our debts, to save the company and the house. In return...” He paused,

Before I could react, she waved a manicured hand in the air, like she was already growing bored of the conversation. "This is my final offer, and I’m not moving from here. Three million." She sighed, staring at me, waiting. This couldn’t be real. "Think about it," she added, sliding a sleek card toward me. "Call me when you’ve made up your mind. Trust me, you and Richard are from different backgrounds and Richard is hard to love—this would save you a lot of time" My gaze dropped to the card, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. Without a word, I took it, slipping it into my bag. If this was real—if she meant it—I was definitely going to call her.

“You two have been in contact. That’s how she knew.” Bridget blinked, startled. “What? No—you fucking know how much I hate her” But he didn’t wait. He stormed out, mind spinning with betrayal. Before he could even reach the stairs, his phone started buzzing violently. Dozens of notifications and calls flooded the screen. He unlocked it and there it was — the headlines screaming at him. SHOCKING: Billionaire Silas Carson’s Public Proposal Rejected in Front of Dozens… Who is the Mysterious New Man?

But what she didn’t know was that the billionaire was also having the same thought she was fighting with: that it was just at the spur of the moment, that it was just a one-time thing. right?