Unwanted Girl Spoiled By Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I have no time for riddles. Shut the door on your way out,” I was prepared to return to work but then she spun around to face me, still smiling sinisterly. “You got her pregnant before me, and you thought to yourself that you didn’t need me around anymore. You suddenly ended your deal with my dad, and decided to end our relationship so as to marry that street girl, to clean up the mess of having a baby mama. You want to keep your reputation astounding, and be the perfect billionaire. The one with no drama. It’s either this or you’ve somehow managed to get a better business offer from whoever led you to her,”

I didn't look back. --- Enzo's POV I ran to my window and pressed my hands against the dirty glass. Down on the street, she was getting into a black car. Long dark hair. Emerald coat. She didn't even glance up at my building. Forty thousand dollars. To a stranger. She didn't ask for anything. Not a song. Not a dance. Not a single word of thanks. My whole life, everyone who helped me wanted something back. Bella wanted me. My dad wanted my money. The fans wanted attention.

I have been trying my very best to avoid her. Not able to concentrate any more on the novel I am reading titled "The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride", which is somehow related to what is about to happen to me, I drop the book. I picked this book up from the bookshop I went to yesterday because of the title. I am going to be a billionaire's wife too very soon and I am also unwanted. I want to know what happened to the billionaire's bride who was unwanted by the billionaire. Getting to where the billionaire was treating her harshly made my heart sink so low that I feel like the same thing is going to happen to me too.

She rose abruptly, fists clenched, her body trembling with anger. "You’re ready to send me back into that hell just to save your precious empire?" she demanded, her voice steady and fierce. "I’m your daughter, Dad. Not a pawn. Not a sacrificial piece in your game. I don’t want this. I don’t want Michael. I don’t want the Sullivan family. I want you to be the father I needed when I was a child, not some heartless businessman willing to trade me for a deal." He recoiled slightly, his expression faltering before hardening again. "Evelyn, you don’t understand—"

I didn't want Anna to give birth to a baby despite our poverty-stricken situation. My boss was requesting an affair and I rejected the offer, he began to mistreat me at work and that led to me losing my job. People say I am proud, yes I am, even though I don't have money. I know what is right from what is wrong and I don't take shits. Getting to know that the man Anna had sex with is a young handsome guy and a billionaire, I feel relieved and I want to use this to our advantage. I want to use this opportunity to change my life and that of my daughter. I don't take free things but in this situation, I know whatever I take from this so-called man isn't free since my daughter is going to give h

But inspite of this, the man stared at her like she was the most beautiful and adorable woman on earth. As if on cue, I was immediately transported to few weeks before Sally delivered her fake baby. We’d been visiting an ice cream shop in Seattle whom Sally hadn’t been able to stop gushing over. At the end, we were able to test out at least four flavours each. I didn’t have a problem with it then, but looking back… I wonder if I had simply being blind all along not to see the truth. Sally had obviously planned the trip to make the media, fan girl over her perfect marriage and life. Even though the reality was… it was all fake, beginning from the fake belly she wore around.

My gaze met with bold words at that instant. ‘Seeking a young lady to play the billionaire's fiancee for three months. $1 million compensation. Discretion assured.’ I froze. “One million what?!!!” Ellen's call came in again. “Sophia have you s—” I interrupted before she could be done speaking. “Sign me up!”

They told her she was lucky to be allowed through the front door. Sophia had spent her entire life believing she was just a poor girl with nowhere to belong. Then she discovers the family she never knew existed. But instead of welcoming their long-lost daughter, the Resingtons give her a basement room, a maid’s uniform, and one warning: Never let anyone know who you are.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.