Novel & Cerita The Dreamland Billionaire Series

Blythe asked “No… But I do know one thing: she's married to a rich man. No, not just any man. She's married to Damien Sullivan!” “The second richest fashion brand owner?” "No, actually, he is the first now after one of the Richardson sons had gone to prison all of a sudden.!” Becky pointed out. Blythe, on the other hand, never heard about Damien's wedding; for all he knew he could be less interested, which meant he neither recognizes the wife nor knows her name. “I just want to see my daughter; feel her!” Becky added,She was already stressed out from all of the thinking and the fact that she felt like there was something she could do, but she just didn't know what.”

Later that night, Aria sat in her tiny apartment, littered with scattered blueprints and a laptop. Yet, she just couldn't seem to settle into anything. Her thoughts were back with Heathen King and all he had shared; his vulnerability stayed with her, haunting her like a whispered whisper. The man behind the ruthless billionaire persona was more interesting than she could let herself admit. He wasn't what she had expected. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Anna:

Adrian ended the call without answering, his mind clouded with thoughts of Nadine and the little boy he knew was his son. Later that night, Nadine sat in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was impossible. She closed her eyes, and the memories came rushing back: Adrian laughing with her, his eyes filled with love. Then, that same man standing beside another woman, slipping a diamond ring onto her finger. The betrayal had been like a knife to the heart. She had felt the world tilt beneath her feet as she realized everything they’d built had been a lie. She had been three months pregnant when she left. Adrian’s betrayal wasn’t something she could forgive—not for herself, and not for Liam.

Book 3 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY WANTS ME BACK series. --------- He gives me a wonderful night while I give him a secret baby. Homeless loner as always, I encounter a handsome with fabulous wealth. Sparks fly when our eyes meet and we just click. The attraction is so strong that nothing could stop us to zealously explore each other's body, but after which I'm pregnant and he's nowhere to be found.

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

she sighs. She got a cab once she was out of the luxurious penthouse, the thoughts of the night before never leaving her mind as she leaned her head on the window. **** Jasmine squeals the moment Jessie pushes the door open, getting off the couch and rushing to her side with wide eyes, "SHE'S BACK!" she squeals, grabbing onto her bicep, "Well?!" She asks with wide expectant eyes, "....did you do it? Are you one of us now?" She wriggles her brows.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

It was from Daniel Stonebridge, a rival billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics and insatiable hunger for power. As I stepped into the sleek and modern lobby of Stonebridge Tower, I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation. The opulence of the surroundings was evident in every detail, from the polished marble floors to the shimmering chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves, and made my way towards the private elevator that would take me to the top floor. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each passing floor heightening my anticipation. When the doors finally slid open, I stepped into a lavish penthouse office that exuded

"I think I've read this exact plot in a romance novel. This is the part where you come into his life and transform him into a kind-hearted millionaire." Evelina couldn't help rolling her eyes once again. Sometimes she wondered if her best friend spent more time reading romance novels than living in the real world. Every situation somehow reminded her of a happily-ever-after, no matter how unrealistic it sounded. "Unfortunately, this is called reality and such things do not happen in the real world. Adrian is exactly who he is... mean and cold-hearted. In fact, we're moving into his house very soon. That's part of the deal." "You mean his mansion?" Ava asked.

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”