Too Late To Love Me Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I think the only person between the both of us that will be bitten is you. You need to learn to take the blame for your actions...” Angela smiled mockingly. “You think you found true love? You are living a fairy tale? I bet you never imagined a man like Henry would even look in your direction, let alone be attracted to you in the slightest. You are riding on cloud nine, all-time high...”. She let go of the stroller and closed the distance between the both of them, her hands went up to rest on Ashley’s shoulder and, she squeezed slightly. “I must assure you dear Ashley...” she shrugged. “Speaking from experience that is, you will never be enough” she brushed off Ashley’s shoulder. “Henry cou

he whispered in my ear, which turned me on even more. “We’re going to be late…” I murmured, eyes closed, as he traced his fingers along the top of my breasts and gently nibbled my earlobe. “We’ll be fashionably late.” “We can’t…” “What good is it being a billionaire if you can’t make love to your wife and be a little late?” he whispered. Make love to your wife. I was a goner. “Ohhhh,” I sighed blissfully as his fingers removed the spaghetti straps from my shoulders, and my little black dress fell to the floor.

he asked me, looking pleadingly. I smiled and nodded. “There is an advantage to being a billionaire. You can just not go to work when you feel like it,” I commented with a giggle and then got up from the bed after giving him a warm kiss. “Come back soon, baby boo. I love you,” he said, hugging the pillow and making me smile.

I love you too much to clip your wings,’ Midas said looking into my eyes as I raised my face to him ‘My choice is you Midas. It has always been you, and it will always be you, my billionaire ex-boyfriend,’ I said, smiling through my tears. ‘I know now Pixie. I am sorry for ever doubting that. I love you, babe, and miss you.’ ‘I love you too, Midas,’ I said and allowed him to lead me to the bed. I wanted him and I wasn't ashamed to take what I wanted.

Placing my head firmly on his chest, I whispered out silently that I doubted that he ever heard me, but when I had made up my mind to speak again and parted my lips apart, he had already drifted off and his bright beautiful eyes were already closed shut as well. "And later he would say that am the tired one..." Parting my lips apart, I mumbled out with the thought fading away from my head, before feeling my eyes becoming heavy minutes later. "I love you Mr billionaire" Parting my lips apart once last time with blushing redness decorated on my face and a grin on my lips, I whispered out to him even though he couldn't hear me, before I finally drifted off as well, but when the morning finally

"Not to your company, not to your wealth, but to you. I craved your love, Mr. Hill, even if it meant being just another possession." Mr. Hill spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "You're wrong, Lizzie. Love is a weakness, a trap. It makes you vulnerable, exposes you to pain." “And without it," Lizzie countered, "you're nothing but an empty bitter soul.” Shortly, a resounding slap met Lizzie’s face and it was sharp and brutal. Lizzie’s head snapped to the side, Mr. Hill had hit Lizzie on the face—- something he had never done before. “You’re mine!!!! Bought and paid for!!!” He yelled in her face. “Twenty-five million dollars and a lifetime of obedience, reverence and respect!”

I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself. “Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her. The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

"No, no… That's not true. I love this child. How could I not love him? He was our child. He was born from the precious bond between you and me. He was one of a kind to me. How could you bear to let him go?" I forced myself to sit up against the headboard. With a voice as cold as ice, I shattered Henry's last illusion. "To a man like you, nothing is one of a kind, not even your ridiculous idea of love."

I answered it immediately, pulling the phone to my ear. "What?" I hissed into the receiver. "You sound tense, darling," Vivian Moreau’s smooth, sarcastic voice purred on the other end. "Did the big, bad billionaire reject you again?" "Shut the fuck up, Vivian," I spat, pacing across the room. "He just walked out on me. And I just saw the footage from the warehouse. They kissed. Julian and Lauren. They fucking kissed!" Vivian let out an amused chuckle. "I told you his obsession was growing. The bitchy sister of yours has him wrapped around her little finger. Did you manage to transfer the next batch of funds like I told you to?"

I whispered to myself The kitchen door opened Ayman stood there Looking at me with softness in his eyes His smile said everything My heart and mind already knew I didn’t have to fight My man loves me Her battle was already lost He stacked some plates on the table and came toward me Seconds later, we were in each other’s arms, covering each other with kisses and the kind of tenderness only real love can give My phone turned off The message deleted Natalie erased Her threats with her Ayman is mine Whether she accepts it or not