Romans & histoires Falling For My Dying Billionaire

It means the money that Dad spent with his father's colleagues and disgusting women in that discotheque!" Jennifer spat out everything that she had been holding back since yesterday. I don't know what's wrong with Jennifer? Even though Jennifer has never panicked and was afraid of dealing with all the bad possibilities that will happen. However, this time, Jennifer was faced by a grim reaper. He could have died in William's hands if his guise had been exposed. Even Mom and Dad were unable to resist Raphael power as the son of the conglomerate family.

"He pulled out an iPhone from his pocket and showed her an app with a title 'Gulf News Daily. Under one of the headlines read, 'Billionaires' s son saves young woman in distress from drowning. 'The title was in Arabic followed by English at the bottom. Yasmin was shocked that the news had travelled so fast, next to the title was a photo of him carrying her unconscious body, bridal style into a taxi, his white t-shirt heavily stained in blood. There were a few more longer titles of the story like'Young woman tries to end her life by jumping off a bridge, billionaire's son Ali Almasi saves her. ' "What about you Chati? Did Amani say something to you as well?""No young Master, it's just that I

I open my mouth to protest but he puts his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss and also trying to take off my pants. I push him away and slap him hard. He looks up at me in shock. “ what do you think you’re doing?” I ask moving away from him as quickly as I can. It was when he placed his hands on his face it dawned on me that I just slapped one of the most ruthless billionaire in the country. My eyes widen at the realization as I scrambled on my bed trying to get as far away from him as possible. “I’m so dead!” Is all that’s going through my head right now as tears begin to flow generously.

I was living a life that didn't belong to me, wondering how much time I had left before the entire illusion shattered. "That... that sounds beautiful, Chlo," I whispered, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. she could notice the crack in my voice, Chloe’s eyes drifted toward the large flat-screen television mounted above the bar area. The evening news was playing. And then his face appeared. Killian Rhodes. A photograph of him filled the screen beside a headline about Rhodes’ latest expansion project.

It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Wanted. Perfect. I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire. A billionaire. “Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

He loves Camille, and forever will. I am the fool who felled for a billionaire... I felled hard, and got my poor heart destroyed. ..... The mansion was dead silent when I finally arrived. All the workers must be asleep, Mrs. Steel must be too, it was certain she would murder me if she ever sees me all drenched up, but still if dying would ease the pain in my heart, then I would gladly accept it. He, the famous billionaire must be asleep too, while I was here suffering and cursing my fate. I sighed taking a deep breath, as I walked across the lonely hallway, to the room that was far away from his, but that never did happened.

Vlad Fernandez’s POV "Who is this woman?" I asked as soon as I arrived at my penthouse. She had been delivered an hour ago. That foolish Don Marco thought he could bribe me with a woman to distract me from his mountain of debt. My secretary said, "Her name is Cattleya Sullivan, the billionaire heiress. That's all I know for now. I'll dig up more information for you, sir." I tossed my coat to the floor and said, "Get out."

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

The screen flickered to life, and the news channel’s breaking headlines splashed across the screen: “BILLIONAIRE VICTOR ON THE BRINK OF DEATH AS HE'S BEATEN BY WELL-KNOWN CEO, DAMIAN. EX-WIFE RACHAEL TRIES TO INTERVENE. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? STAY TUNED FOR MORE DETAILS ON THE BILLIONAIRE'S SHOCKING DOWNFALL”. “Fuck!” Victor muttered under his breath.

I sucked in a breath, "Millions of... Oh God." "You also ruined my partnership with the Elliots. A business deal that was easily worth sixty five million dollars." I stopped breathing. How could he mention such a large sum with such a flippant tone? Had he really lost that much? Mia had said he was the richest man in America, and I had the feeling a man like Ian wouldn't waste his time lying to me. "I'm s-sorry," I said pathetically. He scoffed, "Sorry isn't going to replace my money. Luckily for us both, I can afford to lose that much without losing sleep."