The Billionaires Match Novels & Stories

She served the spaghetti and hot sauce into the plate and gave it to Alva, “Here it is ma'am,” “Uhm please can you stop calling me ma'am, just call me Alva,"? She looked uncertain, “Uhm okay… Alva,” “Good, thank you for the food,” She sat at the kitchen island eating the meal and her phone dinged, “Who could it be again?” She picked it up to see not a message but an alert, “Uhm, did Jaxon send it already?” She looked at the alert fully and felt her mouth drop open at the amount. “One million dollars?”

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

"Easy for you to say. What do you elusive billionaires do anyway? I am curious now. What exactly do you guys do other than attending meetings?" Bash raised his eyebrow in a questioning look. "Elusive billionaires?" I nod my head. "There's no clear explanation about your work in those novels I read. Let's hear out. What do you do?" "By novels, you mean the one you and Shalini read about how a normal girl married to a billionaire and taught him how to love?"

“I’m out of here. I will not fucking let him insult me.” “It’s not an insult, love, a fact. I’m a billionaire with a net worth higher than yours. You’re meant to wait.” I spread my arms across the table, grinning. “One. I am not-love. My name is Layla. They thought you word in grade school, right? Second, we are both billionaires and Forbes just released this year’s copy. My net worth is thousands higher than yours now." That threw me off to her pleasure. “What!?”

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

“I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.” I stare at him, shocked. “You seem surprised. Why?” “That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.” “All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and

I didn't say a word; rather, I flicked a brow, waiting for her to tell me why she stopped me. "Are you…Miss Evangeline Miller?" She asked, still smiling. I nodded, my index finger resting on my nose as I sniffled. "Yeah, why?" "Then you must be Asher White's secret girlfriend! What does it feel like to date a billionaire?!" She chimed. "Uh-" The words are stuck on my tongue. I wasn't dating that billionaire. I cleared my throat, but before I could voice a response, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and I froze.

, Thalia suggested, " I can't, my father's corporation needs every support and connection they can get right now for his project, which is the main reason for me attending this event, we're about to enter some trouble" " Going broke?", " Never", She replied firmly, " just need some hands to push the project forward", " You already have Victor", Maya pointed, " Not enough", " Not enough? ", " The project is worth trillions, it's international, construction, resorts and planes, the budget is quite huge and we need investors", " Then you'll need billionaire's connections", Thalia said, " I know right", " But would it be easy? The best way is to get married to one of them, and right now, there a

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

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.