Novel & Cerita The Virgin's Billionaire Fiance Ella Miles

He pointed to the far end of the beach. “He should keep up with that because I do not share what’s mine and you Olivia…” He stepped closer to me, leaned down and his lips grazed my ear. “You. Are. Mine.” He stepped back and mixed himself with the crowd. I could feel my core tighten as I replayed his words in my head but that was so wrong because this man and I had a questionable age gap. The event had finally rounded up and I was excited that I’d get some sleep. I was put in a separate car from Teddy and his mistress violet. The family had made it clear that I wasn’t welcome and I was fine with that as far as no one overstepped their boundaries.

My face looked bare, smaller, almost fragile without the heavy mask of makeup. Maybe that was why I avoided looking at myself for too long. I didn’t want to see the girl who almost lost everything last night over a kiss with a married man. I was dragging the makeup wipe down my jaw when the door swung open. “Ella!” Dante stormed in with a grin too bright for this place, waving a thick bundle of cash with a dramatic flair. My heart lurched. “That… better not be mine,” I muttered. “Oh, it’s yours,” he declared proudly, tossing the stack into my lap and i nearly choked.

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her father.Ella was completely lost in

"Tell Vivienne to prepare herself. Even as a newly turned fledgling, after tonight, she will be an incredibly wealthy woman." "You're insane!" Miles leaped up, an inexplicable panic rising in his voice as he yelled, "You are Isolde Vance! You don't just hand over your empire! Fight me, dammit! Scream at me!" "I'm not insane." I looked out the window. In the garden, Vivienne was doing donuts in the limited-edition sports car Miles had given her, with Lily shrieking in delight. "I just want all of you to be happy."

she murmured, “you always did think you could run from me.” But Isabella had run to the wrong place, into the arms of a billionaire, into wealth, into luxury. Luxury that she actually wanted for herself . Clarissa hadn’t missed the stories. The whispers on those obscure wedding blogs. She remembered the night she saw the headline. Runaway Russian secretary marries Wall Street’s most dangerous billionaire. Clarissa had dropped her wine glass. The single blurry photo of Isabella in a white dress beside a man whose face had the cold, lethal handsomeness of power.

“She has a good heart, she's striving to protect her family name, she own a house at 35. She's working hard. Who told you she doesn't have a man in her life? What she's achieved, I bet you can't in 30 years. No man loves a rude and mouth loosed girl. You don't have anything to your name, you are only lucky to come from a rich home. Tell me who will have no achievement at menopause at this rate?” “And who the hell are you? Are you her acquaintance? Perhaps someone she fucks for money?” She blurted out and he laughed loudly. “I'm her boyfriend. And you've just messed with the wrong girl.” Ethan said. Tiffany face flushed red at Ethan's word. Sean came from behind, his hands on Ethan's shoulder

Love was one of the fairy tales Laura had stopped believing in. She was rich, independent, and influential. She didn't feel the need of having a man in her life. But things changed when she met a charming billionaire. He was everything she had wished for. Laura was now wrestling with her wild desires as she tried to contain her emotions and keep a tough persona as an independent lady. See how the story unfolds in Laura's journey of love.

“This, is your just desserts.” Sinclair answered coldly, rising from his chair. “Do you know who I am, Mike?” “You’re that billionaire that’s always on TV.” Mike countered, barely containing a jealous sneer. “That’s right.” Sinclair smirked. “I’m also Ella’s new fiance.” He lied, going with a similar story to the one they were telling the shifters. “We’re expecting a child together, despite your efforts to make her infertile.”

He was wiping his hands on a rag, eyeing me with a sort of appraisal that made me shift uncomfortably. “Who’s the newbie?” he grunted at Logan, nodding in my direction. “Ah, Ella, meet Miles. Miles, Ella,” Logan said. “She’s my… fiancee.” Fiancee. I knew it was all fake in our world, but I guess I never thought that we’d have to keep the ruse up here. Although, this was Logan’s world. And now, it seemed like it might just become mine. Miles extended a grease-stained hand, which I shook tentatively. His grip was firm, his hands rough with callouses from hard labor, but his hand was warm and oddly comforting—almost fatherly, in an unexpected sort of way.

Once she accomplished her goal of taking Miles away from Layla,she could them dump him. Ella had a bright smile on her face as she had those thoughts. The smile was too weird for Michael to ignore and he turned to give her a questioning look. But Ella was far into her fantasy as thoughts about the power she could get from just being the girlfriend of a Brooks. She felt on a cloud nine. Clearly,she had overestimated herself and underestimated Miles' ability to be able to decipher even the tiniest details which seemed to be hidden. "Ella,what's wrong?" Michael asked when he couldn't stand the creepy smile anymore.