Novel & Cerita Tragic Love With A Billionaire

They would go on dates and be seen in every corner of the estate, exchange kisses, and make plans for a future together. But my sister happiness was short-lived. No matter how she felt about Marcus, She was a captive, a prisoner, and not as a person worthy of being loved by Marcus. In a fit of rage,our family confronted Tara, and in the ensuing argument, Tara disowned the family. As he continued, Marcus was devastated, consumed by grief and guilt. Now, as Sophia stood before him, listening to the stranger's accusations, Marcus knew that he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her about Tara, about their forbidden love, and about the tragedy that had befallen them.

“Tesoro, it's fine. When I say it's fine, I mean it. Besides, I kissed you back, didn't I?” “You were only doing the right thing at the moment. If you hadn't kissed me back it wouldn't have looked real” “But I did it because I wanted to” he looked into my eyes and I would be stupid if I said I didn't know what they were saying. Then he blinks and it's gone. “So you're married to the ruthless billionaire of Wall Street, Nathan Pearce?” He asked, changing the topic and I couldn't be more glad that he did. “You know him?”

My chest fills with so much sadness for the beautiful but wretched billionaire. I end up weeping silently all the way home.

I admire how she can be so mad at me with her tone, yet keep a dazzling smile on her face for the paps. “Hush, Kenna, it will be good for business. Think of all the exposure you will get and Bodega wines. Listen to the headlines will you. Bodega Heiress, Kenna and self made billionaire, Xander Staniopolis are back in each other’s arms again. Will this second chance at true love be their happy ever after?” Lowering my face down I brush a kiss to the top of her head, her gasp is audible to me. The flashes go off like fireworks as all the photographers take more and more pictures of the two of us.

We were in a beneficial relationship and he was keeping to his end of the deal. I still couldn't help wondering if he believed whatever his sister was saying. Perhaps, he was beginning to regret taking a chance on me. I'm sure there were a thousand women who were willing to drop off their underwear at the sound of his voice. I'm talking about respectful, women with class. He was the catch! Everyone wanted him. Would you expect less from a handsome billionaire who was at the verge of taking total control of his father's company? You should not. They flocked to him. Despite it making the rounds in the news that he was about to get married, they would still try to win over his heart whether it

Instead, I forced a stiff smile and gave an awkward little wave before quickly crouching down to pick up the broken cup, using the excuse to hide my burning face. The meeting resumed shortly after, the three men diving back into the conversation. I tried to focus on cleaning up quietly in the corner, but my mind kept drifting back to the number they'd mentioned. Two hundred million dollars. A trip to Paris. It felt like something out of a dream, one I wasn't allowed to be part of. I had seen more money than that so the money wasn't really what fascinated me, it was the trip to Paris. After what felt like forever, the men finally stood, shaking hands with Florian and gathering their briefcase

She never did. If he had nothing—no name, no wealth, no mansion—she would still have loved him just the same. That truth hurt the most. Loving someone who would never love her back the way she loved him. People say opposites attract but that was far from the truth with her and mason. she was madly in love with him and he hates her like she was the devil, but ironically he loved Elena so much. A child she bore. His everything calmed from her.

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

“You think I fell in love with Rand Calloway, the billionaire?” My voice broke. “No. I fell in love with the man who stood in the rain and didn’t care who saw. The man who bought my art not because he could — but because it meant something to him.” His expression softened, his anger fading into sorrow. “Elena,” he whispered. “You make it sound so simple.” “It is simple,” I said. “You just forgot how to believe that.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing my cheek, his thumb catching a tear I hadn’t noticed. “You don’t know what it means to lose everything, Elena.”

The man asked, "What are you planning?" Sophia laughed softly. "Something that will make Alexander hate Emily forever." Then she ended the call. At that exact moment… The wedding hall doors slowly opened. Hundreds of guests turned around. Cameras flashed everywhere. Alexander Knight stepped inside. Emily walked beside him. Everyone in the room gasped. The most powerful billionaire in the city… Was really getting married. But no one knew… That within the next few minutes… A shocking scandal was about to explode. And it would destroy the wedding completely.