The Billionaire Baddies

Chapter 1: The Baddies Walk In

Sasha always loved being the center of attention, but tonight? Tonight was next level.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, inspecting her reflection with a critical eye. The silver gown hugged her curves just right, the rhinestones sparkling under the Vegas lights. She gave her reflection a wink. “You’re a work of art, darling.”

But it wasn't just the dress that made her feel like royalty. It was the power she exuded—the same power that had her running a multi-million-dollar fashion empire at only 28. Who needed a prince when you could have a penthouse?

As she fixed her hair, Sasha couldn't help but smirk. The moment she walked into a room, heads turned. But it wasn't just her looks—no, no. It was the billionaire status that did the trick. A billionaire fashion mogul who always had the best seat at every event, a flawless outfit for every occasion, and just the right amount of drama.

But tonight? Tonight, she wasn't the only one getting attention.

"Oh, look who it is!" she grinned, turning around to her two best friends—Christy and Anna—entering the room with their own brand of chaos.

Christy, dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, didn’t even look like she cared about the party. She was way too busy scrolling through her phone, probably arranging her next big business deal, or launching a new artist. Classic Christy. The tomboy rocker who made it in the music world and was now taking over Silicon Valley—because why not? She was like a walking tech conference and concert rolled into one, and somehow, she still looked cooler than anyone else in the room.

Then, there was Anna. Sweet, calculating, and a bit of a workaholic. She looked effortlessly chic, as always, in a crisp white blazer, black trousers, and heels that could kill a man (or at least make him fall hard). Anna ran the real estate world in Vegas with the kind of precision that made even the most seasoned CEOs nervous. She didn’t take risks; she calculated them. And when it came to love? She calculated that too.

“Ladies,” Sasha greeted, tossing a flirtatious look at them both. “I see you’ve graced us with your presence. Did you manage to leave your empires for one night?”

Christy barely looked up from her phone. “If by empire you mean the billion-dollar tech empire I’m plotting from my living room in a hoodie... then yes. Yes, I did.”

Anna chuckled softly. “I was about to sign a deal that would make me the next big name in Vegas real estate, but I guess this is more important.”

“More important than an empire?” Sasha raised an eyebrow. “This is the kind of event that shapes the empire, darling.”

Christy finally looked up and grinned. “Just don't get us caught in your whirlwind of drama tonight. I don’t have the energy for your petty love triangles, Sasha.”

Sasha laughed and rolled her eyes. “Petty? Darling, I don’t do petty. I do fun.”

Anna raised an eyebrow at the playful jab. “Speaking of fun, I see that mysterious new designer you’re eyeing.”

“Oh, him? I’m just having a little... friendly competition with him,” Sasha said, batting her lashes. “What’s the fun in always winning?”

“Well, if anyone can take him down, it’s you,” Anna said with a smirk, already knowing how Sasha worked.

“Exactly,” Sasha said, striking a pose. “And that’s why I’m gonna destroy him. Not just with my designs, but with my charm. Don’t worry, ladies, I’ve got this in the bag.”

Christy rolled her eyes but smiled. “You always do.”

As the trio made their way into the party, Sasha couldn't help but feel the electric energy buzzing between them. They were a force to be reckoned with, each in their own right. And tonight? Well, tonight was just another round of the games they played—the ones that were equal parts business, romance, and pure chaos.

But that’s the thing about being a billionaire baddie: there was never a dull moment.