Novel & Cerita The Virgin's Billionaire Fiance Ella Miles

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

Vincent’s voice cut through the air in the living room as he asked, “Ella, what do you want as compensation for helping us out and for losing your virginity to my son? Do you want to marry Paul?” Paul didn’t bother to look at Ella’s face. He knew that many girls would jump at the offer to marry him; after all, he was a billionaire heir controlling a large conglomerate. “Or do you want us to pay you the sum of 20 million? Which do you prefer?” Vincent asked, and Ella sat calmly, thinking about which was better. “I will have to think this through, sir. I want money to start up my own business first, so I will accept the money,” Ella said, and Vincent looked at her in understanding.

Pretending not to know who she was talking about, I asked again, “Am I supposed to know this billionaire you're talking about?” She rolled her eyes, “Are you joking? Leon Viremont, of course!” “Oh my, she's so lucky. Imaging getting married to someone like him— rich, influential, handsome, and not to mention his aura,” she was almost drooling as she spoke, twirling round the room. “When I'm of age, I'm getting married to someone like him.” Did she just say she was lucky? More like cursed. “Oh please, he's not all that. Just another arrogant spoiled man,” I said, cutting her joy short.

Just because she hangs up earlier than that woman? Sure enough. Ella chuckled, her eyes bent into crescents, though her gaze directed at her husband was cold, but beneath it, hid the rising pain about to be seen. Ella was a daughter of a wealthy businessman after all, pampered not only by her parents but by everyone. She grew up spoiled by her grandparents retired from being a military officer. Pampered by her brothers, pampered by her cousins and friends. And even if she was ever to be bullied. When does she even lay down and be bullied willingly?

“Didn’t you say you wanted two million dollars? Fine. I’ll give you two million—and in return, you cut all ties with me. After tonight, don’t ever show up in my life again.” When Quinn and Elliot first learned about Serena’s wealth, two million dollars had seemed like a miraculous fortune. It was more money than they’d ever dreamed of. But after Dorian had smugly mentioned the Vanderbilt estate’s value and the kind of guests who attended tonight’s gala, greed began to bloom like rot in their hearts. Elliot’s expression twisted into something ugly. “Two million?” he spat. “That’s nothing to you! Give us two hundred million dollars. Then we’ll disappear forever.”

she laughed out after whispering in Denis' ear. “What's the sound of that?” Estella, who was sounding drowsy, asked. “Hey babe, my fiance just did something funny but I'm serious with you. Please get up from the bed, his best friend is a billionaire, a personality known globally though I'll really get to know him today. You can't spoil this whole thing for us. We told him you're coming, at least even if you can't come early, come late. We will spend up to two hours together, we can make an excuse for you since you're pregnant.”

“As you all know, I’m here to read the will of the late Mr. Carter Redford. He left very clear instructions regarding the division of his assets.” Brittany crossed her legs gracefully, masking her agitation behind a forced smile. Veronica, seated beside her mother, wore a sly smile, certain their father would choose them over weak, useless Cordelia. “We’re ready to hear the good news, Pierre,” Brittany said in the smoothest voice she could muster. Pierre nodded and began to read the documents calmly. “First, Brittany Redford will receive the Aspen, Colorado vacation home, along with a cash sum of five hundred thousand dollars.”

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.

Leila pasted on her most dazzling smile, laughing at the right jokes, charming the right people. She played the part flawlessly. But beneath the surface, Adrian was on her mind. He stood beside her, the perfect picture of the supportive, attentive fiancé. He lightly rested his hand on her waist, branding her by radiating heat through the dress's thin fabric. Whenever she shifted slightly, so did he, adjusting in a way that made the touch feel inevitable. Natural. Too typical. "Leila," someone called. She turned to see Eleanor Grant approaching—one of the sharpest socialites in the city.

"Just wait and see, Mom and Dad. I'll no longer be underestimated. I'll soon be the wife of the wealthiest man in the world." Lost in her fantasies, she didn’t realize how impractical her ideas were. "You're my best friend, Vivi. Your blessings mean the world to me," she added, holding onto Violet's hand. "Oh, and by the way, you've met my boyfriend." "Who is it?" Violet asked, intrigued. Ella shook Violet's hand and said, "Promise you won't be upset when I tell you. He... He may have had a history with you." Violet could not recall any men with whom she had been in a relationship. Though puzzled, Violet promised, "Don't worry, I won't be upset."