Madam Billionaire

Oh my… it’s chapter one. Very excited! okay typer author, let’s start this journey. Right… so, first of all, I’d like to welcome all of our loyal and lusty readers out there. This book will obviously be different, since I, Olga will narrate the story. I’ll keep it sexy and entertaining for you to enjoy.

Second, there won’t be any chapter title… haha… so you have to read each one of the chapters and can’t be a cheater for skipping to the steamy parts. But trust me it’ll be worth it! let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth.

Pheww… did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka’s. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

Yes, this is the story of how a person so rich can be so poor in many ways. See my dear lusty readers I’m giving you a life lesson here, yes… me, Olga, the Mafia Brat with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old Russian woman when you keep on refilling my empty shot glass with vodka.

Okay… Jeez, I need to remind myself to get back to her story. Where were we? Oh yeah… hooking the readers from the first chap, because Olga, I know you can do it.

Wait… sorry that was, I was reading the typer author’s note for me. Haha… my bad.

What I’m trying to say in long-ass words is, I’ll be the narrator. Meaning from chapter one till epilogue, I will guide you through all the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and obviously the sexy times… hell yeah! That should get you hooked!

But seriously this is her story, she will have her breaking points as if her stepbrothers are not enough to abuse her mentally, she has her stepmother who degrades her especially after her father’s passing.

Yup, she has a step in everything, obviously, for the sake of this story, she must struggle with being lied to, betrayed, and hated by her family. Gosh, I feel sorry for her already.

Deep breaths… okay, let us start from the beginning…

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“Amara! you are the ‘it’ girl! obviously, he’s that upset that you turned him down. But seriously, we girls need to stick together.”

“Olga, shush!… where do you want to go, Fiji, Barbados, Lake Como? I’m bored with St. Moritz.”

The blonde expensive-looking young woman asked me while pouring herself another glass of champagne. This girl… she seriously needs to join green peace and save mother nature. Her jet millage was polluting the earth.

“Let’s try one of those Aquadome hotel thermal spas in Austria, my Meg’s need a break from me.”

She laughed hearing my flimsy excuse.

“Olga, she needs you to unlatched and gives her some space. She’s like your second limb, I’d see you getting her drunk several days a week at Players.”

Okay, I might be at fault with Megan. But in my defense, she was the one who kept on agreeing with me.

“Austria it is then, I also want to try the blue lagoon again, last time was pretty crowded with the holiday season. This time hopefully should be good.”

Amara was typing on her latest iPhone model that I’ve never even seen before, she was gesturing me with her expensive manicured fingers silencing my words as she was connected to her trusty personal assistant.

Seriously, a college kid having an assistant is a bit too much don’t you think? But I was in for the ride since I needed a getaway too.

“… hey, Olga? how many bodyguards will you be taking? I’m booking the rooms.”

“Just put in two, hopefully, I could go with just one. I’ve to check with my overbearing brother dearest.”

She laughed but then was back on her phone, giving more instructions to the other line.

Amara has always been nice, a bit spoiled rotten obviously, but she was one of those who never speak of her wealth in anyone’s face.

But I guess she didn’t have to because she already looked like one. Seriously this girl looked like a million-dollar, well I think she’s definitely worth a couple of billions but we never discuss one’s net worth.

We have been buddies since the first day of school after my mob daddy hauled my ass out of Russia. I remembered looking at her expensive designer backpack and diamond earrings. She was looking very posh, yet she offered me a very bright pink encrusted diamond flask when I cry in the little girls’ room after being teased cause of my Russian accent.

And that was the first time I tried a rosé, it made me cough. Making her laughed then teased me for being such a Russian.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Okay, everything is set, now we just have to make sure to get our stuff ready. The jet should take us directly there, Peter is arranging everything with the pilot saying something about permit since we’re departing from Vegas…”

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that we were in Vegas to drown her sorrows away? But then she decided that we were leaving for Austria to drown another of her sorrows away?

One of these days, I’ll get her to go backpacking across Europe and travel like the rest of the population.

“But I love him…” she was drinking her three thousand dollar bottle of champagne and start crying as again at the same time.

“Amara, I told you before and I’ll keep on telling you. You will have him if it’s meant to be. Just chill woman, it’s not the end of the world. Just pick yourself the most expensive toys while we’re here and you’re set.” I winked at her while pouring another glass of vodka for myself.

“My god Olga! You’re a genius! Toys! Of course, we’re in freaking Vegas! Eh… can we get stripper too?”

“Yes! Absolutely! Get the whole circus, this freaking penthouse is too huge for the both of us.”

We were both laughing but ended up watching porn and getting pizza and ice cream from the hotel’s ridiculously overpriced room service.

“You do realize that we can do this from the comfort of your own penthouse right?”

“Olga… I know I’m not supposed to brag, but it’s you, and you know me. And I’m just freaking bored with my life. I need my ups and downs. I need to feel… I don’t know… what do ordinary people feel?”

I chuckled at her words.

“Ahhh… the fear of the rich. The numbness.”

Room service arrived fifteen minutes later and leave after he sets everything on the coffee table. He grinned when he looked at the hundred-dollar bill that Amara gave him as his tip.

“Come, my dear friend, let Olga pick out the best horror porn available, and tomorrow we will soak our half-naked body in Austria. I got you my trust fund buddy.” I patted a seat, telling her to sit next to me.

She sighed and sit herself down, then taking a big bite of her pizza and start laughing at the not-so-elegant porn opening line.

Little did she know, her wish would definitely come true. That her world would crumble and she would wish that she was back to her previous numb billionaire lifestyle.