Vengeful Billionaire And His Lovers Novels & Stories

My blood boiled knowing that the only place she would've gone to was wherever her lover was. I fling the door open and scan the room. Her bed is scattered, meaning that she had stayed on it before leaving. I walk to her dressing table and I see her ring. She didn't take the ring. Simultaneously, a wave of calmness and anger hit me. I was angered because she had blatantly refused my ring, and again, calm, because if she didn't take the ring it meant she was atleast not a greedy person like her entire family was. The ring was about £47 million. It was an Oppenheimer blue ring.

"I've had a huge crush on him since I was 16, Malea. But back then it just seemed like a dream that would never come true. Why would Lucian King want to marry me when he could have any other girl he wants." I mulled that over. Truly and honestly, I wasn't sure. Lucian did seem to have everything and everyone wrapped around his pinkie, so why would he be interested in someone like my best friend, or me. "Not sure, Ales, but I can assure you, it's because his father gave him an ultimatum." She took a seat on the sofa and tossed her head back, her long black hair grazing the baby blue sofa. "So I'm supposed to believe a billionaire came up to you in a bar and confessed his life to you and then

He revealed his intense hatred toward his affluent rival billionaires, exposing the perceived injustices he had endured as a result of his rise to success. Doyle listened intently, her eyes welling up with sympathy. She knew Gabriel's anguish and the scars that had festered for years. As Gabriel confided in her, his desire and jealousy began to grow when Grabriel told her about his love for Lila when they were in school, and this gave room for the birth of a plot against Alexander.

“You think I’m some arrogant billionaire who uses his money to get whatever he wants.” “You’d be correct.” Her response was sharp “And yet, here you are.” Her cheeks flushed, but she held her ground. “Not for you. For my friend.” I was tired of dragging it out. I had to let him know that both I and Layla had no intention of satisfying his need. “I know you weren’t the one. It’s good that you cleared yourself at least,” he smiled as he raised his cup of tea His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Then this should be easy for both of us. I’m not interested in love, and I doubt you are either. I need a temporary arrangement of a wife, in name only. Nothing more. What do you say?”

"You don't have a choice, Lena. It's a gift." “Your gifts are too much,” I sobbed, pulling back to look at him. “First, you took my virginity and gave me… you gave me good sex, then money, clothes, and now a penthouse?” He shushed me, his hand cupping my cheek. "Don’t say anything more. It’s not that big of a deal.” "Of course it’s not that big of a deal. You’re a billionaire.” After some time amusement flickered in his eyes. "You said one of my gifts was good sex. You really think so?"

Not for the sake of restoring our financial status, but because helping my father regain his business would likely lead to it, which is why my mother was all smiles. I never believed money solved everything. For Fred and Brenda, this was only the beginning. I intended to make them beg for forgiveness on their knees. What better life could a woman desire than being married to a billionaire, and not just any billionaire, but the city's youngest one? This was my revenge tactic. Fred would be shocked, Brenda would be caught off guard, and I'd ensure their lives became a living hell. The mere thought of my revenge filled me with excitement, even more than the prospect of my father regaining his b

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me so we wouldn't fall. His kisses went down to my neck. I look up to catch my breath. He touched his lips to my neck as only moans came out of my mouth. We started because of lust. We all know that I'm not his first love. But I am the present and I intend to be his last. His last love. If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think I know what it is. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.

One girl chimed and I smiled in my mind, not losing my focus on the screen. Well, we all have a crush on a few hunks in our teenage life. Shaking my head, I sipped on my coffee only to spill it over almost, hearing their next words. "Come on, he is Maximo Lombardi. The billionaire and the dream man of every girl out there. The most perfect specimen has ever been seen. I wonder, who is going to be his lucky woman?" The other girl said with a dreamy tone. "Oh, how I wish to warm his bed!" And the girls started giggling again and here at the table beside them, I am sitting, stunned and speechless.

In the car beside me, I saw that one person who had hurt me the most, that one person who had put the nail in the coffin of not believing in love. Drew sat there in sleek back car with a laptop in his hand. He still looked that very same man who I had fallen in love with besides the long hairs brushing against the nape of his jacket. In a dark business suit, he looked as handsome as ever, someone who could make any girl fall to his feet but not me. Not anymore. I knew the true colors behind that devilishly handsome face. He was no one's lover, just a player who played me. I stared at his face while remembering that bitter taste of betrayal and heartbreak.

“I know he's in love with you, and that he's willing to do anything for you, even kill, I guess?" I gave a mocking little laugh. "You yourself don't know how ruthless billionaires can be, Foley. You know nothing." "You're one of them, and after what you did to me, I do have an idea," he replied. "Careful, you're playing with fire." "I'm already burned anyway, your fire burns me," he taunted. I didn't answer him, so he composed himself. "I’ll stop her. Before anything else happens.” “Good.” Another pause. Longer.