Category: Shooting A Hot Billionaire
| Blurb |
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| Forced marriage. Revenge starts. “Viv? There’s something you don’t know….” What? I look at him, but he’s hesitant to tell me. He avoids my stare. What’s the matter? “There’s a loan mom and dad took, without you knowing. And there’s a collateral.” I break the car mid road at this point. What did you say? What’s that concerning? WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE?! “As a wife for his son…. Dad signed the agreement…. The guy and his son are billionaires…. I’m sorry, Viv…. I couldn’t tell you as dad interdicted me to…. He said he’ll deal with it before reaching to you…. But now he’s dead… Mom, too….” He’s crying again. WHAT?! THAT ISN’T EVEN LEGAL! I’M A FUCKING ADULT! I DIDN’T CONSENT FOR THIS SHIT! “Dad?! I’m not fucking marrying her! She’s…. She’s nothing from what I would want from a wife! She’s…. I don’t know…. Look at her!” I turn my eyes at the younger Lelo guy, with a whatever look. “Dad! I said no! I’m not having her as my wife! I don’t know why you insist on her! She’s all wrong for me! I don’t like her! I despise her!” We’re in mutual agreement, kiddo. Play some more and make your daddy break. He should love you enough to do it your way…. Get some more to him…. Make him give in. That’s it…. “SIGN IT, TOO! AND WE’LL HAVE HELL ON EARTH AFTER THAT! I HATE YOU! YOU’RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING! I CAN’T STAND YOU!” “THERE! LET’S START THE HELL ON EARTH WAR NOW! YOU FUCKING KID! YOU’RE NOT A MAN! YOU’RE A KID! REMEMBER THAT! IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN, YOU WOULDN’T BREAK UNDER A FUCKING LETTER!” |
| Genres of the book |
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| Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Enemies to Lovers, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA. |
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| *This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that. *The presented book cover is a special edition one for the series made by the author for this website. |
| All Rights Reserved |
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| Shooting A Hot Billionaire Series, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © January 2020. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
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Chapter 159 – No Bullets Or Swords Or Whatever Can Stop Me From That, Succubus… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 159 David Desiree is giving her a glass with iced whisky which she drinks in one shot. You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please Log In. Not a Member? Join Us
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Chapter 158 – Nobody F*cks With Me Like This |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 158 David Yeah, he’s screaming in there and whatever. You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please Log In. Not a Member? Join Us
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Chapter 157 – Hasta La Vista, Baby… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 157 David Of course I’m still standing! Why? Did you think this kills me or sends me to the ground?! Think again. I’m David fucking LeAngelo, and no one has the ability to kill me. I do bleed though, and I do feel the bullets in me. You need to be logged in to…
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Chapter 156 – You’ll Get F*cked ASAP For It… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 156 David Desiree has been coming in belly dancing moves to go as well and now, like a beaten puppy for what Yvonne has just said, goes back to her place in same belly dancing moves. You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please Log In. Not a…
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Chapter 155 – Where’s My Money To Throw On The Hotties? |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 155 David Desi winks dragging her forward. You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please Log In. Not a Member? Join Us
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Chapter 154 – You’re Hopeless, Kid… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 154 David I’m the same at my succubus’s right, Stevie is dumbfounded staring at his sister, Desiree raging at him under her nostrils dead serious over all she says, and my baby has just opened her eyes with playing tears in there. You need to be logged in to view the rest of the…
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Chapter 153 – She Covered It Well… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 153 David “I love you, sis…. And I’m sorry for last night…. OUCH! DESI!” You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please Log In. Not a Member? Join Us
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Chapter 152 – Hope You’re Learning A Thing Or Two, Little Guy |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 152 David Yes, Desiree spares no second to stand up and go to her, with us doing the same. Stevie is in awe and almost drooling over his sister, making me smile at him and take his chin to close his mouth, and he to gulp his saliva. You need to be logged in…
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Chapter 151 – I’ll Screw You Till You Bleed Death! |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 151 David She gets her phone, scrolls something, and plays a video, sending her phone on the table to Greg who freezes, but takes the phone to see and hear what’s in there. His face is flushed with shock and becomes rigid, his jawline is twitching. You fucking bastard…. original link:Love Stories Tarotlikeheartlaughterwowsadangry0
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Chapter 150 – You Would Get Many Votes With That Speech… |Members Only| Shooting A Hot Billionaire
Chapter 150 David Sebastian is showing me his phone and whispering to my right ear. “Samantha is not Marianne. We have her. No blood match, no nothing. She does have a tattoo on her thigh in moon shape, but it’s not like Marianne’s. Richard is innocent in this, too. They’re not our guys. We’re still…
