My Billionaire's Taste
Billionaires Collerction...
In this collection of high-stakes passion, the elite meet their match. Whether it's an unexpected fire that ignites in a boardroom or a slow-burn obsession that begins in the shadows, these men are about to discover that the heart follows no contract. Those who enter their orbit find themselves caught in a whirlwind of luxury and leverage, where every touch is a negotiation and every kiss is a risk.
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Chapter 2
She had a disheartening conversation with Nick early in the morning and it put her in quite the mood. He said to her that he missed her so much. He realized that he couldn't accept her new life so quickly than he expected.
She felt that she broke him beyond repair with the news of her marriage. And now telling him that they couldn't see each other, shattered him to pieces. He literally told her that he couldn't live without her. Despite the fact that she didn't have an answer to that, the truth clear. She never felt the pull in her chest every time he was near her. She never felt her rapid heartbeat any time he kissed her. The fact was that, she was never in love with him.
The day he acted sinister, was two nights before she became aware of her wedding, before she exchanged rings with her husband. She went to a party with him. A college frat party hosted by the women's man, Jake Phillips, who was having 'an actual' friendly conversation with her but Nick went all cave man on him. Jake frowned at his accusations.
For first, when Jake wants a girl, he gets one but Clarissa, was off limits considering they were friends and for second, he never likes to be intimidated. Nick sounded annoying, frustrating the guy enough that they exchanged fists. She shook her head and winced at the memory.
The fact in all the drama was that there was no chance for the both of them anymore and there stopped being any when her cousin fled with her lover.
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"Come in," Thia entered into the office shutting the door behind her immediately.
"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be disturbed." He said to her but sighed afterwards, "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to deliver some papers your father sent, he said to go through it thoroughly." Thia told him.
"Sure, let me see." She gave him the file. "There, you can go take a break now." He told her taking his attention back to the file he was formally working on.
"Are you sure you want me to leave?" He stared at her. "I mean, your father wants the papers sent back right now."
"Really Cynthia, you can go have lunch, I'll bring him the file myself." He told her and she tightened her fist in rejection. Nevertheless, she forged a smile and went on.
She cleared her throat and started again. "I heard about your wedding-"
"You hear about a lot of things these days correct? But now I have things to do, you should really use the door." She stood up and did as he said. Shutting the door behind her, she bumped into Clarissa.
"I'm so sorry-oh it's you." Forging a smile, Thia muttered. Clarissa frowned in confusion as Thia stretched her hands waiting for the file to be handed to her.
"It's lunch time already. You must be really hungry, you should go have lunch I'll give him the papers." Thia continued.
"Personal documents, Sorry you don't really need to bother yourself."
Thia glared at her for a second or two rolling her eyes and muttering a 'Whatever' before walking away from her.
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She opened,
The clicking of heels made him sigh in frustration.
"I thought I told you I don't need to be disturbed Thia?" He turned around and the heels stopped.
"Well I'm not Thia." He looked up immediately to the familiar voice.
"Oh, it's you. I thought it was-"
"She seems to be really pissing you off." Clarissa mentioned and he nodded it away as if it was nothing.
"I see you brought a file, well can I have a look?" He tried hoping to take her mind away from the recent discovery. He flipped through the file and a frown appeared on his face.
"Well this file....who gave you this?"
"Your sister and she said no one else should come to you but me, she didn't say why." Rissa told him and he nodded.
"You can go."
Did she make a mistake? Well, let's see; old files, personally brought to him by Clarissa? Can it be what was going on in his mind? He paused when he found a note.
'You both have been working all day. Don't you think you should have a glimpse of your wife every second?'
He closed the file and flung it to his desk just when Clarissa walked out through the door.
He didn't know what his sister was trying to do but he knew the kind of person she was and he could already feel her hovering round his relationship.
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Daniel had gotten home quite late that weekend working out of his sleep hours. He was literally exhausted. He entered into the room and he was greeted immediately with a strawberry perfume he had gotten use to. One he had grown to like so much. He walked over to his dressing room but stopped. Retracing his steps gently, he discovered something very interesting.
She slept on the bed!
For his reason, she had slept on the bed and the sight alone made him smile. Taking off his jacket, he moved over to the dressing room.
He went to bed immediately after changing into something comfortable, too tired to even take a shower. Resting his hand above his head, he turned to the sleeping figure besides him, memorizing every features of her face with ease. He confessed that she was infact a beauty. He was upset that in all her features, it was missing out his favorite, her eyes. Blue as the sea, he would say. He was undeniably attracted to them and worse of all, he was afraid. Afraid that he was already getting himself into something that he wasn't sure he would be able to pull out later on. He turned away from her sleeping figure staring at the ceiling untill sleep overtook him.
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Saturday was lonely for her. She was seated at breakfast with her sister in law. Daniel had left for a business meeting a little far from home with Frederick and Kara, she was more or less into her fashion business.
"Why the long face Clarissa? For goodness sake he just left not too long ago." Clarissa blinked out of her trance in surprise and Audora smiled at her.
"Okay, spend some time with me then. Since you can't take your mind off him, maybe a little shopping will help."
Clarissa nodded before replying with a 'sure'.
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"Why would she even think of running away Henry, that's unlike the Clara we know." Austin stated as a matter of fact.
"I guess we don't always know people to the fullest bro." Henry replied with a shrug and Austin just shoved his hands in his pocket before looking around hoping to find interest in other mall items.
"I wonder how he must be faring, I better pay him a surprise visit sometime, don't you think?"
"You should. I heard Clarissa's a beauty by the way, I'm not sure he can resist for long..."
It was the fourth dress Clarissa had put on that looked magnificent on her.
Audora gave her a thumbs up admiring the dress in approval. When she decided to take her new friend out shopping, she sighed up for a gorgeous looking dress that fit the beauty very well, enough to get her brother's jaw to drop in amazement.
"Will this do?" Clarissa asked. "I admit the dress is a pretty one but-"
"But nothing sweetheart, you look gorgeous." She said with a knowing smile, a smile that no one could read.
Why does this look like she was asking for trouble? Clarissa sighed in defeat and Audora clapped her hands excitedly. "I'll just go pay for these, you just wait here." Audora said to her and was given a smile in return.
......" I just hope she's better." A faint voice was heard and when she turned to look in the direction of the voice, she saw a brown headed guy who got lost typing a message on his phone. His friend walked away from him but her stare didn't waver from him hoping she knew the face somewhere. He noticed this quickly and he didn't waste any time in returning the gesture.
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7.9
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company.
Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease.
"A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked.
At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage.
They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past.
Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery.
"She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house."
With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
9.0
Irina Volkov has three rules: no emotions, no real names, and never meet in person. For two years she has survived on those rules alone - running romance scams on wealthy men, funneling every stolen dollar toward the crushing debt her abusive stepfather signed in her name before she escaped. She is not greedy. She is desperate. And she is very, very good.
Until she targets Nikolai Dragunov.
What Irina doesn't know is that Nikolai has known about her from the beginning. He created the perfect bait - a lonely businessman with money to burn - and waited for her to find him. Because in a world Nikolai controls down to the last detail, Irina Volkov is the only unpredictable thing left. He wanted to see how far she would go.
Now the game is over. The con is exposed. And Nikolai isn't asking for his money back. He's keeping her.
Trapped in his penthouse with nowhere to run and a Bratva boss who looks at her like she's both a puzzle and a prize, Irina has to survive the most dangerous mark she's ever made - and somehow stop herself from falling for him in the process.
She's a liar. He's a monster. And neither of them expected to fall.
"You took my money, malyshka. Now you belong to me."
9.0
For a whole year, April believed her billionaire husband, Bartholomew, abandoned her in Europe the day after their arranged wedding. She hated him so much she drunkenly prayed for his death at a club.
But he suddenly returned that very night, catching her red-handed. Instead of a divorce, he trapped her, threatening to bankrupt her bloodsucking family unless she moved into his penthouse to play the devoted wife.
Forced to comply, she attended a dinner with her toxic family. Her stepmother deliberately served her lobster—knowing April had a fatal allergy.
"Eat up, darling. I know hospital food is dreadful."
When April refused and exposed their massive gambling debts, her furious father raised his hand to strike her across the face.
But it was Bartholomew, the ruthless tyrant she despised, who caught her father's arm and snapped his wrist.
"If you ever try to touch my wife again, I will erase your family by sunrise."
April was completely stunned. Why was he defending her with such murderous rage? And why did he keep a cheap paper airplane she had made at age six preserved under a glass dome in his study?
The answer came that night. When Bartholomew stepped out of the shower, April saw the massive, jagged surgical scar sliced directly over his heart. He hadn't run away; he had been fighting for his life on an operating table. Staring at the man who had silently survived just to come back to her, April made her choice. She was going to uncover the truth behind his surgery and their past.
7.6
"One signature. One life-long debt. One night to change everything."
Elara Vance thought she could escape her family's dark past, until the ruthless tech-mogul Silas Vane corners her with a contract she can't refuse. Her father didn't just owe Silas money-he owed him a blood-oath.
The deal is simple: Marry Silas for 365 days, endure his cold touch, and play the perfect doll for the media. In return, her family's sins are erased. But Silas isn't just looking for a wife; he's looking for the woman who shattered his heart ten years ago.
Elara is wearing a dead woman's face, and Silas is a man who never forgets a betrayal. As the line between hate and heat blurs, Elara realizes the debt isn't money... it's her heart. And Silas Vane is coming to collect.