Hello,my billionaire girlfriend Novelas e Histórias

ALICE RILEY The last thing I wanted today was for that insanely hot guy to turn out to be the CEO of Scott Group—the very man I was supposed to meet and persuade to sign the documents. Yet, here I was, grappling with the moment of truth. Vivian Scott.

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

EVERETT "Oh gosh, yes, fuck me, babe." A woman's voice rings in the long hallway while I climb up the long stairs to my boyfriend's apartment. "Fuck me harder, won't you?" The voices are loud yet hushed. "I can handle it. Pummel into me faster if you can." As I walk closer to his apartment at the end of the hallway, I can see his lights are on, and they brighten the darkness saturating the atmosphere in the long passage leading to his front door. His neighbour who lives on the left side of his apartment is never home since he's always doing a night shift somewhere. The apartment on the right side of my boyfriend's place is currently up for sale. My heart freezes in my chest, and my stomach l

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

“I think you didn’t read the contract properly. The amount is written right near the signature section.” “Just tell me. I’m too lazy to open it again.” “Tsk. Silly girl. Ten million. And if you think that’s not enough, you can ask for more before the contract ends.” My mouth fell open. Ten million? I could finally rest for a few years! Maybe even start a small business so I wouldn’t have to stay up late working again. I propped my chin on my hand. When someone’s rich, millions are like loose change. Maybe that’s why his ex wouldn’t let him go—she’d live a luxurious life until her last breath with a man like him.

I asked, cynically. "We just wanted to tell you that your fiancé is so hot. I looked into him yesterday and it said he's the president of GV corporation and also one of the youngest billionaires in America. How did you manage to snag a man like that? We need tutorials." Another girl, with a gorgeous halo of afro rambled out as she looked toward her friends who nodded enthusiastically in unison. That was quite a strange question that I wasn't expecting, so had no idea how to answer because I knew I didn't snag Roman.

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…