The Double Life Of A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not only did she experience the best sex of her life, but she also slept with a billionaire! . . . END

I had a feeling I was going to love this. As Evelyn told me they had planned, Liam stood outside the venue, as relaxed as he could be, but his eyes were still alert, darting between the expensive cars and the affluent looking elites that were strutting into the hall. “Ma'am? Could you step somewhere else please?” A chauffeur said from behind me, pulling my thoughts away from the billionaire casually standing a few feet away. “Of course.” I responded, took a deep breath, and walked towards him, clutching my purse.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

I shouted as she walked away. Jake turned to me slowly. “A billionaire’s daughter working part-time jobs in secret?” “That’s what doesn’t make sense,” I said. “Claire always acted like hard work was beneath her. When I was struggling after my parents disowned me—taking jobs to make ends meet—she bragged about her ‘perfect nails’ never touching a mop. She always said she was happy she was from a rich home and didn’t need to struggle for anything.” Jake exhaled. “She’s been living a double life.”

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

he said as he pulled me to the middle of the dance floor where disco balls floated above us. I felt a few eyes staring wickedly at us and I couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time my double life came back to haunt me. In that moment, I found myself yearning for a simpler existence. If only I could return in my next life as the daughter of a billionaire, I thought wistfully. No more pretending. Just a life of ease and luxury.

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

“Fuck it. I’ve seen enough. I’ll have to call Mark downtown and see if he’ll let me poach one of his sous-chefs.” “James,” he says. “You want to see this girl.” As I said before; Al is the one person I truly trust, so if he says I should see her, then I should see her. “Okay,” I tell him. “Send her in.” A lot of guys with my kind of money would have invited all of those girls back to his bedroom for the night and run through them like a hungry bear gorging himself on honey. But truth be told, I’m over that playboy lifestyle. I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-las

Oil tycoons, tech billionaires, heirs to conglomerates, political leaders, CEOs of corporations that had their own skyscrapers. Even two prominent pastors whose smiles I’d seen plastered on TV every Sunday morning. My stomach churned. How did Dean get access to this? “I take it you’re just finding out about your fiancé’s double life now.” Dean’s voice was all smug satisfaction as he slipped the phone back toward himself. “I warned you about this dude. Rich guys like this have crazy kinks.” My fingers twitched, wanting to slap that smug look right off him. My heart was still racing so fast it made my vision feel too bright, too sharp.