Too Late To Love Me Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

"In case you have forgotten, I am Red Nelson, the daughter of a seafarer who lost his life on board. My mother died when I was three, and I grew up under the care of a nanny. When dad left, a heartless businessman took me in. He provided me a home, funded my education, and bought me all those fancy things. He gave me everything, except for his damn heart. All because a beautiful woman named Calla already owned it." "Where's my part of the story?" Sean grumbled, and I giggled again. I just love to see his sulking face, even if it was just an act. In those days we were alone with each other, away from our real world and away from work, I was glowing in his love. "One day, when I got too fed up

“There are some things I need to take care of at the hotel and I need to drop you off in three minutes.” “You promise to tell me.” She ask. ”What?” Thelma turned, shocked by her daughter’s confidence. “To tell me why you look restless.” Ella completes and her mother just stares puzzled by her ten-year-old. Thelma had no idea what to do with herself or Ella's unending interrogations. What happened between her and the billionaire wasn't supposed to be. What if it turned out correct, what if she was already pregnant! ‘ridiculous, I can’t be pregnant overnight!’ she tells herself.

Well, it is not as if I am interested in her anymore, but I am doing this all because of the money Megan promised me. If not because of the money, then I wish her well. Everyone needs to be happy in their relationship. But I must say, Zina is a very nice girl who does not look at the money first, but I don't know if she is actually following this billionaire because of the money or maybe the love they have for each other. As for me, I don't think Megan loves the billionaire. I am sure she is only out for the money. Although, she looks classy. My phone rang. I had to park the car beside the road.

Helloooooo, Mr billionaire is stuttering a lot today. "I swear you're the only girl that ever made me feel alive whenever we kissed or something of that sort. With you it was different. You don't know how many nights I jerked off at the thought of you. Even that night when I went to that club, I was thinking about you. When I fucked that bimbo, it's you who were in my head. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I noticed I'm selfish and I do stupid things every now and then. I'm sorry for being overprotective over stupid things. That's why I don't want to hurt you again. I will not bother you again and from now on---"

"It's not that I want to protest, but I only brought fifty notes with me." "Tch! Again in arrears!" "But I promise I'll pay off the rest next week. But would you please return my land certificate, OK?" beg Rachel's grandma "Where did Grandma get the money from, huh?! I won't be deceived again by Grandma's crocodile tears! Anyway, it has to be paid off right now! Full stop!" "I beg you to give me another week, Sir. I promise I will pay it off as soon as possible because it is difficult for me to work at a company that is the future husband of my grandson, sir," explained Rachel's grandma lying.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

he said, his voice low, almost hesitant, “I’ve been trying to say this for months. I love you. Not the headlines, not the money, not the world everyone else sees—you.” My breath caught, the word love hanging between us like a fragile fucking star, too big, too impossible. But his eyes were raw, stripped of the billionaire polish, burning with truth. I thought of Xiamond, her gold gown, the headlines that had fucked with my heart. They’d faded, replaced by this—his hand brushing mine, the city humming below, the truth laid bare. “Justin,” I whispered, stepping closer, my heels wobbling, my pussy aching with need, “I love you too.”

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“

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He gave a slight bow and then stepped back, disappearing just as quietly as he had entered. The moment he was gone, my phone buzzed on the side table. I picked it up without checking. “Hey, baby girl. Have you been crying?” Mia’s voice was warm and sharp, the kind of voice that never missed a detail. “Mia,” I choked out. “Is it so wrong to be in love with a billionaire?” “I knew it. I knew you'd be crying over this trash the moment I saw the news,” she said. “That’s why I called. You know what? I’m coming over. Tell the guards I’m expected. I’m nearby.”