Novel & Cerita The Taming Of The Billionaire

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

My dark hair fell in soft waves. I looked beautiful. Like a wealthy princess from a fairy tale. I was indeed a billionaire tycoon wife now. When I walked downstairs, the maids and everyone present including Damian looked up. His eyes darkened for a second. Then his face turned hard again. “You’re late.” he said. My cheek flushed. “I’m sorry.” He offered me his arm, I hesitated before taking it. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a confusing shiver down my spine. He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car.

Whatever he heard was clearly not good. After a moment, he hung up slowly. “Alex?” Jasmine asked. “What happened?” He didn’t answer. Not yet. He unlocked his phone, checked something, and then his expression darkened even more. He turned the screen toward her. Jasmine’s eyes widened. Famous billionaire playboy marries a nobody—how sad. Phillips Heir settles for less? Who is this girl with no background? It felt like the words punched her in the chest. “Alex… what are we going to do?” she whispered.

Instead, he let them be friends. We moved to Europe for a fresh start and Ales sold off all he owned in Italy. It was a lot of money! I thought he just worked for a billionaire chief but dude was a billionaire on his own! He did a lot of charities to get the eyes of the authorities away from him and set up legit businesses. It's been almost a year now. We all have been healing from our past, mending the broken parts the best we could and accepting our flaws and good. I could say it was very hard for all of us.

He always did that, he would often ask Patty to relay informations to Brixlee when he could do it himself. Patty had always found it offensive, it always made her feel like she was below Brixlee and she often wondered where she’d be, if her life was as perfect as Brixlee’s. Brixlee had a billionaire husband, an unborn child and all the riches she could ever wish for while she lived in a tiny apartment with her stuffed animals, the only friends she had.

MADISON'S POV My brother "Carson" had guarded him for three years. Three years of danger averted, threats silenced, and silent warnings given. And yet tonight, he didn’t want my brother there. “You won’t be needed,” the billionaire had said in that calm, precise voice that brooked no argument. My brother had come to my house later that day to tell me that he had a mission that would earn me some money.Eyes serious,“Wear something elegant,” he whispered. “Be discreet and follow him but stay out of sight.”

He was going to have her. "I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just came here to binge and buy a few novels." Kane wanted to laugh at her incredible smart skills, hell, that woman was trending on the screen, the most beautiful out of the Denver Triplets. His assistant was saying something, but Kane was already halfway gone towards the woman behind the counter.

He didn’t want someone pretending to care. He just wanted to feel nothing. Maybe Luna would be there already. Maybe he’d drink, bury himself in the dark, press a body against the wall and forget the word marriage ever came out of his grandfather’s mouth. Cassian Wycliffe Reynolds. Billionaire heir. Son of a ghost. Grandson of a tyrant. He tightened his fingers around the steering wheel. Some people inherited crowns. He inherited a cage. The hotel penthouse was silent but not peaceful. Cassian shoved the door open, water still glistening on his coat from the rain. Luna was already on the bed, her black lingerie a deliberate trap. She looked perfect always did. Glossy lips, long legs, the kind

Stevenson. Speaking of the reception, I let Don Lucas use the beach resort I bought for two billion dollars for free. Since I become a billionaire, I am more into investing in properties, gold, and stocks. Well, thanks to Uncle Romnick and Cecelia for helping hand in hand to find me the perfect place. Who could have thought the beach will come in handy in this kind of event? That was one of the reasons Don Lucas badly wanted to see me.

m. I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for years. The tension left my body, replaced by a hollow, aching void. I looked at the mansion—the sprawling, dark hallways lit by flickering candles, the shadows dancing on the walls like silent watchers. “What now?” I asked. “Now,” Emelia said, gesturing to a maid standing nearby. “We transform you. You have forty minutes to learn the scent, the walk, and the attitude. And then, you meet your billionaire.”