Under His Billionaire Roof Novels & Stories

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

He had absolutely no idea why. He walked through the patio doors and stepped directly into the grand hall with Emma pressed to his chest, instantly drawing the entire room's attention. The wealthy crowd gasped in absolute shock when they saw the most feared, ruthless billionaire in the country gently cradling a frail, unconscious maid in his arms. The guests' eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he marched straight through the crowd, proceeded up the grand staircase, and disappeared into his master suite. He couldn't care less about the whispering visitors. He was only concerned about the broken girl in his arms.

Hadrian sell the mansion he had when he's still single and bought a new one costing more than 17 billion dollar which lead him to be the only guy in the UAE to own a billion dollar worth of mansion without calculating every single things inside it. Years had passed and time flies so fast. After more than 5 years living as a husband and wife they finally had their first baby, Skye Decimus Aurellian Forbes. A cute little toddler that's adored and loved by millions of people all over the world. He islike the baby version of his mom. A superstar child and heir of all his parent's wealth. He's been also introduce and widely known as one of the riches kid in the world.

“Are you sure Ruby is going to be fine? She is alone.” “Grace, there are some perks to being a rich man. And that includes being able to employ the services of very professional security men. So yes,” he shifted closer, a little lift on his lips, some intensity in his eyes, “she is very safe.” “Huh.” I nodded. “Sometimes, I forget that you are a billionaire. You don’t act like one.” “And how does a billionaire act?”

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

There was no telling what she could get up to in my absence, and I was not taking any chances. The party was off campus, in the basement of Nate's million dollar mansion -- or maybe the mansion belonged to his parents, but it was one and the same thing. The only son of eager - to - please Scottish billionaires, he as good as owned all his family wealth. I had used him once or twice to finance my hunts with his knowledge.

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

"Is everything settled now? Pay her, please." Seeing Anna standing at the doorway, the kitchen manager was astounded. Could this exceptionally young girl actually know Mr. Luxton? And to have someone of Mr. Luxton's stature help her carry buckets of roasted chicken? Not just him, but no one in the entire elite circles of Kentucky could have imagined Andrew Luxton doing such manual labor. The Luxton family is a true dynasty, their wealth and influence built over several generations, unlike the nouveau riche. Andrew Luxton, the sole heir of the Luxton family, was among the elite of the elites in Kentucky. And here was a girl selling roasted chicken, somehow acquainted with Andrew Luxton, even

"As long as he pays for the open bar." I looked past Evans's shoulder, out the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the sprawling, magnificent Chicago skyline. I thought about the dark duplex in Pennsylvania. I thought about the terrified, abused girl who had boarded a train with nothing but a sketchpad and a Vanguard acceptance letter. I thought about Richard Thorpe, sitting alone in his massive estate, having lost the only two things he could never buy back. The city was glowing in the late afternoon sun. The Blackridge Kings were gone. The billionaire's cage was shattered. We had built our own empire. And the foundation was indestructible.