Unwanted Girl Spoiled By Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

She wears giant, ridiculous clothes that look like oversized trash bags, hiding away because she knows she doesn't belong in polite society! I giggled at his response, totally oblivious to the description, completely focused on venting about my stepbrother. [Secret Girl]: He is a spoiled, arrogant billionaire brat who thinks money can buy him a heart! He acts like a big, tough king, but deep down, he’s just a moody, dramatic baby who throws temper tantrums over dinner tables and breaks glasses! (310) 555-0149: LOL! She’s a loud, defensive, mouthy parasite who thinks she can talk back when she's literally living off charity!

Former friends pretend they don't see me at restaurants. All because some homeless girl decided to play victim. I had to sell the house in the Hamptons. The yacht. The art collection. Everything I worked for, gone because of her lies. But watching her on that stage next to Brett Graham, wearing designer clothes and acting like she belongs in his world—it makes my blood boil. She destroyed my life and landed herself a billionaire. Where's the justice in that? All because I tried to claim what was rightfully mine. Riley was nothing special. Just another pretty face in a cheap dress, trying to make it in marketing. But she had something about her that innocent look that made men want to protect

I had to look away before my eyes betrayed me too. "Bianca is a friend of Lisa's who wants to benefit from the Shelby name. You know our marriage wasn't really known to anyone so they want to use that to their advantage and make her my Missus. Please, you have to believe me." he begged. I never thought I'd see the day Maverick Shelby the most eligible bachelor in Abu Dhabi and the most ruthless CEO I have ever come across beg someone. "I never said you were lying," I replied, still not looking at him.

complained her nanny, who has black hair, is thin, and has a brown face. She was about to touch the girl but the girl avoided her.. "Yaya Mylene.. I want this superman. Please take it please.." she is really cute. The six of us were almost speechless while watching the girl who didn't even notice the existence of the six of us.. Only when the girl left did we talk.. "Oh? What's going on?" Raz was the first to speak.. I didn't know him yet.. Raz acted arrogantly as if he was always challenging a fight..

Can they just stop and do their worst? “I pity you, Ayana,” she starts, and I bet that is her anger talking. “You are letting such a golden opportunity slip out of your hands, and all for what? You have nothing; do you know that? There is nothing to call your own, no life, nothing to even define you as a living being.” She pauses, giving me time to think and perhaps melt to her blackmail and mockery, presumably. She adds, “Why would you turn down such a one-time terrific offer of marrying a wealthy, filthy, handsome billionaire like Adam Stone De’Leon?”

One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather. Her father’s hospital bills would be covered. Her childhood home would be saved. And Elena would belong to Damian Blackwood until the contract expired. She forced herself forward. The whispers followed her down the aisle. “She’s beautiful.” “Where did he find her?” “Poor girl looks terrified.” Elena kept her chin high. If they wanted a show, she would give them one. She had not survived debt collectors, hospital corridors, and the humiliation of begging strangers for time just to fall apart in front of people who drank champagne for breakf

Charles called softly and she looked at him in tears. “It's okay,” he muttered and pulled her into a hug. She cried in his arms and he ran his hand through her hair. Just when she thought she was going to start over and have a new life, somehow, she got humiliated over her mistake again. She recalled the headlines again. “New York Billionaire, Xalia Harper, seen with Zade Vale at the ball last night. She seems to have done what is best known for to get Zade Vale, being a whore.”

Trish gushed, you could see the heart in her eyes as she spoke about the girl's wealth. "Oh, what I wouldn't do to get wrapped in his arms. I wouldn't even mind a nightstand with him. I'm sure he is heavily packed." the blonde said and I let out an audible ugly scoff. To say I was irritated wouldn't do justice to how I felt. Kyle was mine. Talking about him like that in my presence was disrespectful. "Hey got a problem?" The blonde girl, the richest billionaire daughter, or whatever description Trish gave her asked. "Can I help you?"

Also, I heard that girls fall at your feet and would do anything for you to make them yours but you avoid them all like a plague and you've now taken an interest in me and chosen me to be your girl. I am just a poor orphan who merely graduated from college and is yet to decide what she really wants to do with her life but a highly sought-after billionaire like you who is also a mafia boss considers me special. You can give me amazing orgasms each time I crave them, you can provide for me financially so I don't even need to work because you have so much money, and finally, you can protect me from any harm that comes my way. What more can a girl ask for? You are a total package and I want to b