The Bloody Billionaire Lady Mga Nobela at Kwento

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

I offered to buy her more drinks. I signaled to the bar attendant to top up her shot “That's what I'm talking about” the old lady exclaimed unequivocally. “I know that ruthless and vain billionaire has been looking for a wife for his doomed son, and by the looks of things it seems you are the unfortunate lady,” the woman stated. “You were not the first, you know, and I am not sure you will not be the last, pretty doll,” the woman said “What do you mean I'm not the first, does it mean that Larry has been married before? I asked, trying to make sense of the woman's statements.

She chuckled and glanced at me up and down. "Somewhere important? Really? Do you have anywhere important to be except here? You are a fool, a nobody, you don't even deserve to be my bodyguard!" She yelled at me. I walk towards her and stop in front of her. "Yes, you are rich and I'm poor, so what? A lot of poor Americans still work for the elites, if we don't then who will?" I asked angrily. "I want my innocent and lovely Emma back, your egoistic self is nothing like Emma!"

she said dramatically. I smirked."Oh really why don't you try doing that." I said showing her the photo I clicked. "There's no proof it's me."she said smirking. "Yeah right it's my car? My handbag? My clothes right?"I told her. The car was gifted to her by her father, it hasn't yet been launched in the market and the handbag was given by my mother it's a limited edition. She paled. "Uh..oh baby it was a mistake."

Mrs Elena muttered staring at her stained dress, which was covered in mud (The car instantly halted and a beautiful woman in her late 40's was seen stepping out of the big luxurious car, she walked quickly to Mrs Elena while Mrs Elena stood in surprise) I'm so sorry madam, I didn't see you coming" the woman said taking off her sunglasses Really!!?...how would you see me when you are riding in a car that worths my life, while I am....... ( Mrs Elena speech was cut short by the woman when she suddenly spoke out) Elena ?? ...the Woman said with a surprise look. Sorry??... have we met before?" mrs Elena asked looking confused.. "Of course lena, it's me Caroline, your bestie in college" the woman

The woman said gently. Scarlett was stunned, but she tried to stay calm, “He’s dead to me.” “You are blessed.” The woman just repeated this word and kept looking at her with her deep, dark eyes. Scarlett was scared by the woman and wanted to leave as soon as possible. But she needed to ask one last question before she got out of there. “Will I get rich someday?” “You’re a future billionaire. Oh, not far in the future. Before you’re 25.” “Bullshit!” Scarlett cursed in her mind.

“As a maid! At his freaking mansion! How terrifying is that?” Sara gave me a mischievous smirk. “Penthouse,” she corrected with a chuckle. “Mansion, penthouse—whatever the hell they call it. It was great when I was just cleaning an empty house with no one around to bother me. Now he wants to meet me in person, to discuss—God knows what!” I cried out dramatically, flailing my arms for effect. “Well, if you’re that scared and nervous, we could always switch places. I wouldn’t mind being maid to a hot billionaire.”

“And which do you prefer?” She hesitated. “Neither.” The contract, however, demanded spectacle. By noon, they were ushered into another public appearance—this one unplanned, inconvenient, and swarming with cameras. A luxury boutique opening. Harmless enough on paper. In reality, it was a trap. The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk, flashes exploded like gunfire. Voices overlapped, sharp and invasive. “Mrs. De La Vega! Are the rumors true?” “Arrow, were you seen with Isabella Croix again last night?”

I asked her. " Yeah it's all over the news. Multi billionaire Flynn Roberts bribed a bunch of terrorists with fifty million.. And multi millionaire Xander Lance was publicly humiliated and chased from the Robert's premises with stones and sticks..." She burst out in laughter. " Well what did you expect I do? Stand there and watch them throw stones at me? Or rather expect me to go home with a broken nose, a swollen forehead or a bleeding mouth?" I said in a serious manner. " No but you would have challenged him. Fight money with money.."