Hot Chapters of The Last Eligible Billionaire Novel by Pippa Grant

In the captivating world penned by author Pippa Grant in "The Last Eligible Billionaire," we are introduced to Hayes Rutherford, a billionaire heir known for his icy demeanor and aversion to human interaction. Tasked with a peculiar assignment of portraying his fake girlfriend, our protagonist delves into a realm where false pretenses meet unexpected connections.

Hayes may exude emotional unavailability and impenetrable barriers, but beneath his fortress lies a man whose complexities extend far beyond wealth and status. As the charade unfolds and boundaries blur, a genuine bond emerges between two individuals from contrasting spheres, revealing shared traits and unanticipated affections.

Navigating through humorous mishaps and endearing moments, this swoon-worthy tale unfolds with whimsical charm, intertwining themes of love, misunderstandings, and companionship. Delve into a romantic escapade replete with quirky characters, grand gestures, and the unpredictable orchestrations of fate, where a billionaire's guarded heart meets its match in an unsuspecting partner. In "The Last Eligible Billionaire," the facade of fake romance unravels, paving the way for a genuine connection that transcends superficialities and ushers in a journey of love, laughter, and delightful surprises.

Part 1: The Last Eligible Billionaire story line

Part 2: The main characters of The Last Eligible Billionaire

Part 3: The most popular chapters of The Last Eligible Billionaire

Part 1: The Last Eligible Billionaire story line

He's a billionaire heir. A grump supreme. Hater of people. Bigger hater of peopling with people. And my new fake boyfriend.

Emotionally unavailable doesn't even begin to describe Hayes Rutherford. He's cold. He's distant. He has more defenses than a nuclear missile silo. And he's the ultimate catch of the century. At least, according to his bank statement.

My job's simple: Keep Hayes's matchmaking relatives and all interested ladies away from the cranky, grumpy, walled-off heir to my favorite movie empire by pretending to be his one true love, and in return, he won't ruin my life over a teensy, tiny little misunderstanding.

But the more I sneak past his walls and fences, the more I realize that while we might be from different worlds, we have more in common than either of us expected. The man under all the glitz, glamour, and dollar signs could be the real love of my life.

But you know what they say about fake dating a billionaire-it's all fun and games until the scandals start.

The Last Eligible Billionaire is a swoony, laugh-out-loud romance featuring a botched wax job, a woman in over her head, a man in over his heart, and the sweetest misguided dog to ever play matchmaker...or at least make sure these two anti-love birds never have clothes when they get out of the shower. It stands alone and comes complete with grand romantic gestures.

Part 2: The main characters of The Last Eligible Billionaire

Male Description:

He's a billionaire heir. A grump supreme. Hater of people. Bigger hater of peopling with people. And my new fake boyfriend. Emotionally unavailable doesn't even begin to describe Hayes Rutherford. He's cold. He's distant. He has more defenses than a nuclear missile silo. And he's the ultimate catch of the century. At least, according to his bank statement.

Female Description:

My job's simple: Keep Hayes's matchmaking relatives and all interested ladies away from the cranky, grumpy, walled-off heir to my favorite movie empire by pretending to be his one true love, and in return, he won't ruin my life over a teensy, tiny little misunderstanding. But the more I sneak past his walls and fences, the more I realize that while we might be from different worlds, we have more in common than either of us expected. The man under all the glitz, glamour, and dollar signs could be the real love of my life. But you know what they say about fake dating a billionaire-it's all fun and games until the scandals start.

Part 3: The most popular chapters of The Last Eligible Billionaire

The Last Eligible Billionaire 5

Hayes

This woman cannot stand still, and neither can her face. She's had approximately a dozen shifts in expression as she's absorbed the news that she can't possibly understand about her dog calling my mother. It's actually strange to see her skin moving, white and smooth, rather than green and flaky and crumbling every time her lips twitch one way or her forehead wrinkles another way.

She's fully clothed now, in tattered jeans that hug her hips and a pink crop top hoodie, but her feet are still bare, showing off toenails painted all random colors, no rhyme or reason. And her hair-I'm not entirely certain what color she was going for, but it's somewhere between burgundy and purple, and it's giving off a fluorescent shine, as though it could double as a beacon were we to get stranded here and need to signal for help.

It's quite bright. Impossible to miss.

''Well, I hope Marshmallow was polite and didn't bark your mother's ear off,'' she finally says. She flits to the fridge, glances inside, grimaces, closes the doors, and then heads to the island, where she piles plates and bowls and utensils. She carries them to the sink, smiling indulgently at her dog, who's now gazing at me like I'm some kind of dog god. ''Good boy, helping Mommy with the dishes.''

''The contract, Ms. Fairchild.'' I don't tell her my mother's left me six voice messages and is now not answering my return call, which means there's zero doubt in my mind that she's taxiing down a runway right now.

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Begonia

Oh. My. God.

I've crashed a Rutherford family property, and I'm currently naked, in Jonas Rutherford's older brother's bathroom, with the door shut while I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed under the rain shower spout and pray that I didn't leave the hair dye in too long.

Although, my bigger problem might be that I need to make an appointment to get my eyes checked.

How did I not connect the dots the minute Hayes identified himself? Oh, funny, your name is a backwards president, I said.

Your name is a backwards president.

Maybe it would've been better if I left my hair dye on long enough for it to soak through my scalp and burn off some of my slower brain cells.

In my defense, normal people don't expect family members of celebrities to walk into the bathrooms where they're waxing their pubic hair, so it's not like my brain should've immediately picked up on that. And Hayes isn't a clone of Jonas Rutherford, whose posters really were all over my wall when I was younger, but they're similar enough in the eyes and mouth that I should've picked up on it.

Or maybe not.

There's something so blunt and rough about Hayes's features, whereas Jonas is the right amount of rugged to walk that line between boyish heartthrob and all-man lady-killer.

Not that blunt and rough are wrong on Hayes.

Under other circumstances, I'd call him attractive.

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Hayes

Of all of the angles in the world, corners are by far my least favorite.

Specifically, being backed into a corner, which is exactly what I am now, because my squatter has realized something very, very dangerous.

''Oh my god,'' she gasps through a pant. ''You're Hayes Rutherford.''

After chasing the dog all over the damn estate, she and I are now in the study, which is where the infernal animal finally decided my phone needed to go.

The furry beast trotted in here and deposited it right beside the wireless charger on the desk as though it knows how to charge a damn cell phone.

I'm breathing heavily. My eyelids hint at swelling and my throat tickles and my sinuses clog as I snag my phone and shove it back in my pocket. The woman is bent over gasping for breath like the last place she ran was to an ice cream stand. Her towel is gone from her head, her hair a sloppy mess pasted to her skull with some kind of goo in it. Her skull itself is an odd red color, which is leaking onto her green goop and turning it an unnatural shade between sewer brown and repulsive, and her robe is gaping open almost as much as her mouth as she stares at the row of family photos on the built-in bookshelves currently at her eye level.

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Begonia Fairchild, aka a woman who would like to stop regretting every last decision in her life. Any day now. Really...

Go on a post-divorce retreat and spoil yourself in a place without internet or cell signal so your mother can't reach you for a couple weeks, I told myself. Look, there's a lovely beach mansion rental miraculously in your budget that just came available. It must be fate, I told myself.

And it was.

For two glorious days.

Now?

Now, I'm interrogating an intruder while my dog holds him against a closet wall, with no cell service to call the police, and the full knowledge that my dog will most likely stop growling any second now because he is truly the world's worst guard dog, and the last bit of leverage I have against this mansion-invading murderer will be gone.

''Who are you? And don't pull any of that arrogant you should know who I am because I'm so important baloney,'' I order the man currently held hostage by my dog between clothing racks in a corner of the massive closet.

What kind of a bathroom has four different doors?

This one.

That's what kind of bathroom.

And it was cool yesterday, when I was renting a beach mansion with a bathroom so large it has two closets and a private hidden sitting room, but today, when I needed to make a spur of the moment decision about which of the four doors to lunge toward, I went the wrong way, and now I'm trapped in a closet with an intruder who's glaring at me like I'm in the wrong.