The Billionaires Pawn Novels & Stories

“She’s mine.” Everyone froze. Even Ethan looked up from his drink. “Fifty million? You’re serious?” Denis asked. Lawrence’s lips curved faintly. “Completely.” The deal was sealed with a handshake; a cruel game between spoiled heirs who had never faced consequences. And Pearl Adams, the quiet girl in the red gown, had no idea she had just become the target of a bet that would ruin her life. The Trap The next few weeks passed quickly; parties, classes, photo shoots. Everywhere Pearl went, there were smiles and friendly faces.

He tapped the screen, and a holographic display projected a crystal-clear image into the air between them. Lily gasped, taking a step back. The image was a news article dated just two days ago. The headline read: Hart Inheritance Solidified: Lily Grace Hart Appointed as Sole Heir to the Tech Empire. Beneath the headline was a picture of Evangeline, smiling radiantly alongside Damian Cross.

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

They could make the auctioning thing a business, huh, but good to hear that they donate their earnings to charities. "You said, one week?" I asked Quinn who was sitting beside me. "One week with the man you paid for? Yes, that's right." She giggled, still sounding so excited. I just laughed as I shook my head. I crossed my arms and looked back at the stage after another man have been auctioned. "Next Billionaire is Pierre Moretti." "Oh my God! Pierre!" Quinn pushed me like a hyper child. Everyone scream in excitement as Pierre walked on stage and waved at the audience. He was smiling playfully and looks like a playboy.

Vanessa's POV(Continued) We had our reply a week later. In spite of the very colorful welcome, Gray's would still like to work with us. Hallelujah! I will not be going back to the unemployment line…..or sucking up my pride to ask mum for money. But. Of course there's a but. You don't puke all over one of the youngest billionaires in the world and not get your due comeuppance. And mine happens to be my position as lead on the project.

This was serious money and Dylan and Mike had been catapulted from working class stiffs to billionaire bachelors. “Billionaire.” Mike lifted his chin, as if sniffing something. “It does roll off the tongue nicely.” “Mike Pine, billionaire,” Dylan announced grandly, jumping on the bed and bouncing like a mad monkey. His hair flopped in his eyes and he watched Mike plant his hands on his hips, shaking his head, as if faced with a recalcitrant, hyperactive eight year old. “You are such a child.”

He just blanched, eyes wide and filled with horror. Terzo must not have punched him. I didn’t see bruises or bloodstains. “He held your wife at gunpoint for two hundred thousand bucks. Your wife is worth billions of dollars, and he sets her at 99.9 percent off. Can you believe that? He’s so cheap.” “What do you mean?” “He wants two-hundred thousand from my father.” “This asshole?” I pointed at Magnus. He was awake but with a gag tied around his mouth. Terzo threw water at his face, jolting him, and his chest heaved.

she brought out pictures from her purse and showed it to the men who panicked “there is more from where this came from, I am sure neither of you want to spend the rest of your dear lives in jail.” The men bowed their heads in shame, then I heard one of them accept to sell his shares to my mother and the other two followed suit, my eyes widened in confusion, what was it that my mother had against these men that made them sell their shares to her without thinking twice? And here I was thinking that I was the only one who is about to play games on the billionaires little do I know that billionaires equally play games on themselves.

Every sound, every smell, every little detail of humanity was a reason for his interest. We made our first stop at the pawn shop, where we exchanged one of our jewelry backpacks for a large amount of human money. The owner of the establishment made a point of knowing what kind of business we worked in to have possession of so many expensive jewels. I made up some excuse about inheriting the small fortune of recently cut gemstones from a wealthy and distant relative, knowing that even if the clear-eyed and accusatory old man tried to investigate the origin of the jewels, he would get nowhere.

She was clearly trying to give me as many details as she could, and I was grateful for it. She continued, "He told me some young lady brought it into his pawnshop. She seemed eager to get rid of it, he said. He couldn't figure out the situation because she was quite young, but she had bodyguards and a maid of some sort with her. At first, he thought maybe she'd stolen it, but then, what kind of a thief has bodyguards?" My heart was beating again. "Where is Bernie's pawnshop?" I urged. "He has several of them," she said. "But this one was on Papeno, I believe. The big island, East Papeno."