Novel & Cerita William Billionaire Boyfriend

William Fuck! He wanted to make her happy, wanted to tell her how much he loved her, wanted to show her how much she meant to him. No matter how hard he tried, however, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Yeah, William Bosworth was a ruthless, arrogant billionaire with the face and demeanor of an archangel, and he was more than a little screwed in the head where love and relationships were concerned. Especially for Savanah White, his lifesaver three years ago and now his pet toy.

She affirmed, nodding her head repeatedly. "He's Blake Houston," he told her, lowering his voice. "Blake Houston!" She almost screamed but she quickly placed her hand to cover her mouth. "You mean THE RICH BLAKE HOUSTON?! The richest man in the world. The mysterious billionaire who the media would give anything just to see his face? I hear that only a few people actually know what he looks like!" She glanced at him, stupefied. "Yes, he's the one!" "Oh my God!" She screamed. "So Ariana doesn't know he's her boyfriend?"

He had taken me by surprise, and his forward way of asking me out had shocked me to my core. He had been interested in me. I could not believe my luck. I had been accused of being a gold digger when it came to dating William, but that was an insult to both of us. He was a billionaire, yes. But the real reason I had been attracted to him was because of how handsome he was and his personality. We had meshed so well together and I could not ask for a better partner.

And William O'Hore had treated her like a seasonal accessory, discarding her and moving on to the next headline-grabbing heiress before the ink on their breakup columns was even dry. The broadcast transitioned to a collage of William's past conquests: a prominent cosmetics billionaire's daughter at a Met Gala afterparty, an Oscar-winning actress draped over his arm at a film festival, a rotating carousel of high-society models. "With a net worth climbing into the billions and a notorious refusal to ever truly settle down, it seems William O’Hore remains the ultimate prize, and the ultimate playboy." Elena set her mug down on the table with a sharp, hollow clack.

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

those devices on? The question hovered on my lips, but before I could ask, William’s eyes locked onto mine, and with a sly grin, he asked, “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” I flushed and quickly answered, “Yeah. Jeremy. We’ve been together since high school. He’s amazing—loyal, caring. Basically everything.” I made sure my tone said: I’m taken. Don’t even think about it. But instead of looking bothered, Mr William raised an eyebrow and teased, “Does your father know you’ve been messing around with some boy all this time?”

Just wow. “Yep! Unbelievable, isn’t he? We had a nice threesome. I love my sex life.” “Indeed you have a very active sexual life. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No. But a serious and hot-looking billionaire courted me. He’s a relative of Bill Gates.” “Damn! You got to be slaying and seducing men as casually as walking, Francine!” “Yeah, but I want a man like your Denver. A loyal dog who likes doggy style.”

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

Lance said and I grunted in annoyance. Who was he to think he can stop me from going through pain? I laughed bitterly then looked at him straight in the eye, “And how would you possibly do that?” I sneered, “Or because the doctor called you a saviour earlier, you now think you are some kind of messiah?” “He is Mark Lance, the most richest man in the country.” The doctor announced and recognition dawned on me. I remember why I keep having the feeling of knowing him before. Now I understand I must have seen him in the television or magazine. He was truly the most influential man in the country and also a philanthropist.

I’m getting weird vibes, but I should probably play along. I shrugged. “I don’t know. What if she isn’t aware he’s in a relationship?” She nodded, squinting as if deep in thought. “Now that you mention it, that could be possible… only if my boyfriend wasn’t a billionaire, a tech genius, and one of the most handsome men on planet Earth. No way would someone that perfect be single, right?" Perfect? Just because he’s a billionaire? Well… who am I to give her advice? He’s cheating on her. How is that perfect?