The Billionaires Match Novels & Stories

He said in a low voice. “Is that so?” MJ raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Listen to me, David Botha. My name is MJ Billings; the richest woman in the world. Those who know me say I’m greater than presidents, and mightier than kings.” Her voice sent shivers up his spine, but David refused to show her that she affected him. “I can get anything I want with just a snap of a finger, and destroy everything by just a wave of the hand.” Her face was hard and there was no trace of an emotion on it. “Men wish they had me, and women wish they were me.”

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."

The crowd in the club were both rich and ordinary men but the billionaires had their special lounges. “For a virgin, Hundred thousand dollars,” the MC said. The crowd in the auditorium frowned and cooed at the word virgin. They didn’t like to see blood and virgins weren’t good in bed. However, the billionaires still bargained. “One fifty,” one of the billionaires laughed and said. Ariana knew that she was being mocked and felt even more ashamed. “Two hundred,” another one bidded. Ariana could faintly guess that tonight wasn’t going to be good. Though prepared, she was still afraid.

One year later The bi-annual matchmaker’s party was in full swing as the newest members of the club mingled about with the olders ones. Most were interns looking for mentorship oppurtunities, and some had just broken into the world of the elite looking for guidance. There were also some wedding planners roaming about, getting their exposure and making connections. The Billionaire’s Matchmaking Club was an instant success, more so than Hugo and I had ever anticipated. The two of us stood at the balcony of the HQ’s mansion, looking down into the garden with rose champagne in our hands.

Something felt off about her messages—I didn’t know why, but my heart was pounding as I stood in front of the TV. My hands trembled as I reached for the remote. I stared at the screen as I slowly sat down on the sofa. When the TV turned on, the news report appeared: “One of the billionaire bachelors, Wyatt Wolfenstein, is rumored to be getting married to Phoebe Escamillas, heiress of the Escamillas Group. A source spotted the two of them at a café yesterday,” said the news anchor, and they showed a picture of the two inside the café—exactly how I saw them yesterday. The image was just as I remembered it. A sharp pain shot through my heart from what I saw. It felt like my heart was being pier

******************* Alana This Day went from bad to weird to terrible. First, I met Ray's sister that nobody knew about then Malia called me telling me that something terrible happened that only turned to be nothing and she simply didn't notice and now I'm sitting with Mom and Dad as if I was in interrogation which where I would've preferred to be right now instead of this meeting right now but Dad's next words surprised me. "Honestly, I'm fine with this relationship, Dalton Holdings will bring so many new additions to our Steel groups." Dad said and I threw him a glance that made my anger obvious to him. Was everything a business deal to him? Even my life?

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

The wedding march played loudly from the speaker, drowning out the sound of her racing heartbeats. She tried to focus on the faces of her family and friends, but her eyes kept drifting to the rows of celebrities and billionaires seated in the front rows. It was overwhelming, to say the least, to see so many important people gathered in one place just for her wedding day. The pressure was almost too much to bear. As she drew closer to the altar, her eyes met with those of her groom, the infamous billionaire playboy, Marcus. He looked dashing in his perfectly tailored suit and the look in his eyes as he watched her approach.

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the