The Dreamland Billionaire Series Novels & Stories

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

"Ma'am, I can't possibly marry your son. I don't... I can't... I don't know...." "Nonsense!" She says pleasantly. "You don't know my son but you must have seen pictures of him all over the news. He's the sort of man that any girl would be happy to get married to." She's not wrong, I know. Brandon Martinez is the heartthrob of Seattle, Washington. He is 6ft tall, built like a Greek god, and controls an empire worth billions of dollars. Who wouldn't want to be with a man like that? The problem is, Brandon, is rumored to be dating a different woman every week, all of them, models and actresses. The man is way out of my league and I know it. Also, he and I have never met before! We couldn't poss

Bibi says and she was thinking about what to do, but she likes money and she wants to become a billionaire and lives a large life that her parents never lived, A few minutes later, Bibi called her, “hello Bibi” 'Tara says, “what's up?“ Bibi asked, “eeh, Bibi, what you advised me Is about manifesting, he has proposed to me, she said that she wants us to get married, she started appealing to me” 'Tara says, “what did you see to his proposal?“ 'Tara asked,

" I took a long time to answer, it was one thing to suspect someone of something and quite another to actually accuse. What the fuck, what they'd done to my Blossom revoked all their rights as human beings fuck them. "I think these fucks have been stealing children from the U.S. and selling them. Mostly in Southeast Asia, you know what that sounds like right?" "Fuck!" "Yeah, forget trials, they're done." "You were gonna end them anyway boss we both know that. I'll be there at six; you do know that if this is true your bride might be in even more danger right?"

She set her brush down and looked at Nathaniel with a thoughtful expression. "Nathaniel," she began, "I've shared a part of my journey with you. I'm curious to know, what inspired your dreams of becoming a billionaire?" Nathaniel paused for a moment, his eyes meeting Olivia's as he considered her question. It was a rare moment for him to discuss his motivations and aspirations openly, but he appreciated Olivia's boldness and genuine interest.

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

His asked sharply. “You have to be. You are not making sense. I'm pregnant. We are having a baby together.” I said as if he'd not heard me the first time. “And I've told you, I do not want the child or it's mother for that matter. Have you gone deaf?” I blinked, sure this was a dream. Surely Landon was speaking in another language that translated to some other meaning. “But…” “Oh my God, Sis, are you deaf or just pathetic? ” Celia finally spoke.

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.

"What would your father think when he finds out about all these , the money and everything" Serena knows that Linda is just being a good friend trying to make her see the loophole in what she is about to do. She deeply believe that whatever she is about to do right now will one day favor her and her family and moreover the money was borrowed so maybe before her father would find out about it she must have cleared up the debit maybe after her West Africa Examination she would start working and pay off the debt. "Am doing these for them too Linda, can't you see my family condition? I know you won't understand but believe me when I say that things are getting worse".