Novel & Cerita Too Late Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

“You’re pimping me out to a billionaire sadist. This is the plot of bad p**n.” “It’s the plot of a very expensive p**n,” she shot back. “With excellent production values. I can get you the meeting. Tomorrow night. His penthouse. If it’s too much, you walk. No one gets hurt except maybe your pride and bank account.” I stared at the eviction notice until the ink blurred. Pride was a luxury I could no longer afford. “Text me the address,” I said. Twenty-four hours later I was standing in front of a mirror that hated me, wearing the black dress I’d bought for a date that ghosted me before drinks.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

"And I don't owe you my heart just because you finally decided to act like a husband. Eighty-five days left." I opened the door and walked out into the corridor, leaving the billionaire CEO trapped in his glass tower, choking on the realization that his ultimate sacrifice was still three years too late.

I uttered. “I’m Tranquil’s greatest billionaire,” he drones with an arrogant voice. I raised an eyebrow. “If you think that I’m like the woman earlier who was so eager for money, no. I don’t give a damn, even if you are a billionaire or the president of Tranquil. All I want is to be out from your sight.” He suddenly laughed. I don’t know if it’s authentic or fake, but his deep and husky voice gave me chills. His brown eyes twinkle while not taking his gaze away from me.

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

The music was blaring as pain and anger exploded In my veins and the urge to punch this old man grew stronger. He took all the bundles in his hands and stood close to me. "What do you say? Two million?" Not even in your next life, papa. Just as I was about to talk, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Apologies, but this one is mine." His voice was so divine. He had the sexiest I could ever imagine. I raised my head only to see the almighty billionaire talking to the old me in front of me. "Look for someone else, kid. My eyes are already on this particular chick." The old man said to the billionaire, who chuckled in delight.

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

Just as I was about to go, I heard his voice. "Keep peeping at me." He said. I scoffed and fought every limb in me not counter what he said. "Who was peeping at him by the way?" I scoffed and went back into the room before exiting the room to take a stroll along the place. Well, I must say Demetrius is really wealthy. How old is he?

"You're a fool, Leo Thorne. A wealthy, arrogant, stubborn fool." "I know," he smiled. "But I'm your fool." He kissed her then—not a "soul-transfer" or a "frequency-shift," but a desperate, rain-soaked, billionaire-romance kiss. It was the kiss of a man who was willing to let his empire burn if it meant he could keep the girl. The Final Stay The clock on Big Ben chimed. 00:00:01. The fog didn't clear; it solidified. The buildings of Park Lane began to pixelate, turning into walls of white light.

And lastly, she was linking her arms next to a tall handsome man I didn't know! As if to make things worse, another man appeared from the entrance, tall and confident. I instantly recognized this one. A top billionaire in the city with his retail shops established in over five hundred branches scattered across countries. Adrian Smith, owner of A&D group. What was he doing here? "Meghan dear. I've made reservations already. We don't want to be late." That Adrian was speaking to my wife like they were buddies! "What? Reservations? What reservations?" I forgot my purpose of visiting and instantly wanted to just hold my Meghan by the hand and drag her away from these men.