The Billionaires 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.

"Of course, we can." Later on, the twins came to meet their little sister and I couldn't stop smiling. This all started from a tiny woman throwing up all over a billionaires shirt. She came in and completely turned his world around and he was truly grateful that she did. Who would have thought that she would be the billionaires choice? THE END

"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.

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

he said, her eyes widening. Before he reached for his back, bringing out a magazine, and in front of it were four handsome, majestic men that immediately took Koula's breath away. She couldn't keep her eyes off the magazine. He then began to point at them. "Do you know? These are the Forbes billionaires under 35." "They have one of the greatest sectors in the world, and they want to partner with me," Henry said so happily that Miriam began to jump. "Oh, I'm so happy for you, brother," Miriam said, hugging her brother, who held her tight, twirling her around while Koula watched them with a smile. Although her eyes had again locked with the magazine,

With billionaires, the line between them was thin. He'd chosen Le Bernardin, where seven-course lunches cost more than most monthly salaries. Elena had learned to navigate such spaces, though her wolf still found them suffocatingly civilized. "Straight to business," Castellan said after pleasantries. "I want to buy NovaTech." "It's not for sale." "Everything's for sale at the right price. One billion. Cash. You'd personally net over four hundred million after taxes." Four hundred million. Enough to buy Silvermoon outright, to return as conquering hero rather than strategic investor. Enough to never need anyone's approval again.

Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

Big Shot It was the day for the anniversary celebration of the MBC Bank and Finance. The company is already a well-known and trusted company when it comes to finances but due to the poor management led by Mason Smith, the company suffered great losses. But now that the company is now handled by Maeve Miller, the only daughter of the company's founder, Genevieve Miller, it is now back on its top spot in the industry. The faces if well-known business people around the hall of the venue where the event was held was enough evidence to prove that MBC had really reclaimed it's place.

I opened my account and when straight to my message and the message she sent was for an interview and the interview is today and also this was one of the bid company in our city. bi love this Eva so much I know she has been searching for a new job for me also, since she knew I was in need of it. she is always there for me when ever I need her and am grateful for that . I was still thinking when she called back but this time on video call princess. what's up are you going for the interview or you have already gotten a job? no no!! I haven't am going for the interview right now thanks very you are the best.