Under His Billionaire Roof Novels & Stories

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

“If everything checks out, I’ll discharge you, but only if you sign a commitment form, assuming all risks. I’ll also send professionals to your house every day to ensure you’re following the guidelines.” Benjamim was satisfied with the response. Afterward, he returned to the room, and, while undergoing all the tests, he noticed Fred’s curious gaze on him. “What your mother said—is it true?” he asked in a low voice. “Are you going bankrupt?” “Have you ever seen a billionaire go bankrupt?” he asked seriously, though with a smile on his face. “The company my father founded is at risk of losing a lot of money, but Carlota is great at playing with words. She only said that to scare me. She knows

My chest burned, every breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She is still married to him. That was the only explanation. Why else would she disappear without a word? Anger bubbled up inside me, hot and suffocating. I marched down to where Bill stood by the car waiting. I didn't wait for him to open the door, I entered the car slamming the door after me. "Drive!" I barked. Bill just nodded and drove off. I immediately dialed Jack. "I need every information about the patient in room 403 at the family's hospital, and I need it today!"

Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion

You don't get to come home to play happy family with some rich bitch. My jaw locked so tight my back teeth ached. I swallowed hard, feeling the raw, bruised tissue tear slightly under the fabric... my breath hitching as I adjusted the black silk until the heavy weave barely trapped the wound against my pulse. My father was waiting downstairs. The heiress was downstairs. Her father... the most predatory billionaire scout in the entire NHL... was down there, waiting to collect his collateral. I took one last cold, unblinking look in the glass. The untouchable Ashcroft heir. Immaculate suit. Dead eyes.

The SUV remained parked at the corner,it's car light were off and the engine too was turn off. The man inside the car just turn on the binoculars and waited. Few seconds later his phone vibrated. “I'm watching the estate”. He spoke immediately he picked up the call. The person from the other end spoke for few minutes. He nodded . “I understand,no mistakes”. He looked back toward the mansion. The bedroom light on the second floor was still on. His lips curved into a faint smile."Let's see how long your bodyguards can protect you.”

“What? Are you serious? Fifteen rooms for one man and a little girl? That’s madness! Does he have a room just for his socks? Or a room for his thoughts? Wait, does he have a room where he keeps his money? Like, stacks of cash just sitting there?” "Geez, Maya, relax!" Grace chirped in. "He is a billionaire. What do you expect? He probably has a room just for his shoes. “Oh, my God!” Maya said, dramatically clutching her chest. “Ley, you hit the jackpot. This is the dream. You’re living in a mansion while we’re here arguing with the landlord over a leaking roof. You should adopt me. I can be the fun auntie who teaches Ava how to twerk.”

Avery had forgotten she came with someone, she didn't even realize that Lucien had already been taken inside where she stood at the entrance of the penthouse staring around to feed her gaze. “Why didn't you inform me that we're the only ones left outside?” Avery asked before walking back inside the mansion with Emily trailing behind her back. The entrance door opened by itself onto a grand foyer, with a sweeping staircase that led to the main sitting room. “Wow, he must be rich to be able to afford this penthouse!” Avery mumbled mesmerized by the building. “My lady, have you forgotten? Mr Lucien is the youngest billionaire tycoon in New York, he's the CEO of the industry you've always aimed

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.