Abandonedsuper Cutie Adopted By Billionaire Clan Novels & Stories

"Wesley didn't try to talk me out of it, he didn't like kids and he never liked the bastard, only Liam tried but my mind was made up. They helped secure that part of my life as I gave the baby up for adoption the moment she was born. Easy right?" I frowned. "Laurel that's cruel." "It isn't, when you're doing the right thing. You see they're many billionaire Playboys in this world Katy, majority of them inherited their family businesses. You know it's hard to see a self-made billionaire these days, people will just have to work for years before they can even be worthy of being called a millionaire. So if you encounter a billionaire, just know it's not an easy something. It takes a life goal t

“Mom, I am sorry… Hic…” As Navis sobbed, the other children started crying too. “N-Navis, look at Mom.” Navis tearfully stared at Cassey. “Slowly. Tell your Mom what happened.” The child gulped down the lump in her throat and glanced at Constantine. “The Madame Oprah told us that the funds are getting lower and it may never be able to sustain our needs.” “And so?” “So, she told us that she would look for someone who could adopt Constant, because he is a famous picky eater and he is hard to feed.”

With the power I had gained through my underground businesses, eliminating Bert wasn’t a challenge. Three days later, he was dead, and Emily inherited everything—she became ten times richer than before. But no amount of wealth could undo the trauma she had suffered. Thankfully, James was there, never abandoning her. He gave her the love and stability she needed. “Hey man, what’s going on?” I said, smirking as I picked up the call. “How’s Emily and the newborn? I hope you told him that Uncle’s coming to visit soon,” I added, a playful tone creeping into my voice. Emily and James had recently adopted a premature baby from my old orphanage.

The last time I spoke to the doctor, I was warned that if Aaron didn't get a surgical operation within the next four weeks, he would be at risk of dying. The burden to raise the money for his surgery fell solely on my shoulders, and his mother wasn't taking it easy on me at all as she told everyone who cared to listen that I was the reason behind her son's misfortune. She never accepted me as her daughter-in-law, anyways. When I first saw news of an unknown billionaire who needed a woman to bear a child for him through surrogacy, I had applied nonchalantly, without any expectations. Early this morning, a strange number called me, informing me of my scheduled interview with Mr D, the billion

But now, she’s back with a new face, appearance, name and identity. Six years ago she was saved by a mere coincidence, an elderly billionaire who had just a little time to live came across her when he passing through that road from the opposite direction. He wanted to connect more with nature before his death. Mr. Dominic Jet, was a self made billionaire, he was never married again after the death of his wife during childbirth claiming both lives. He lived an isolated life until he came across her. He saved her, took her outside the country, adopted her and left everything to her after his death.

A deep voice resounded from the receiver, saying, "He wouldn't have needed to lose a finger if you'd been so cooperative from the beginning." "What are you talking about?" Frank asked, stunned. "Matt refused to give me money when I asked him last week," Ethan explained while sobbing. "He even told me that if I disappeared, he would become the heir of the Moreno family again. Nothing would please him more than for me to die as soon as possible! "That's why the abductors cut off one of my fingers. Mom, Dad, you have to save me—" The call abruptly disconnected then. A few seconds later, Frank received a message from a foreign number.

No one in the circle was going to touch my gallery without making an enemy of him. That night I dragged myself home and collapsed onto the couch. Rowan brought me a mug of hot milk and crouched down until he was at eye level with me. "Chloe. None of this is your fault. The one in the wrong is the one who didn't treasure you." "Trust me. Things are going to be okay." His eyes were bright. Bright enough that I had to look away. A few days later, out of nowhere, it all turned around. A venture capital firm nobody had heard of reached out to me. They offered to buy Preston's entire stake in the gallery, outright, plus put in additional capital.

No position to bargain from. "Fine. I'll go back. But I owe Claire a hundred thousand dollars. Transfer it to her. Now." Ethan didn't even blink. He sent Claire two hundred thousand and added a note: Thank you for looking after my wife and baby. I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Only after Claire confirmed the money had come through did I finally let myself exhale. Ethan took the baby from my arms. She'd grown so much in a month — plumper, rosier, impossibly adorable. She waved her tiny pink fists at him, and I watched his whole expression melt.

Twenty-two years of careful planning, all unraveled because Ava couldn't accept her place in the hierarchy. My sister Katya had been destroyed by powerful men who thought they were untouchable. I'd spent two decades building an operation that proved no one was untouchable. That the powerful could be brought low. That women discarded as inconvenient could become instruments of revenge and profit. Three billion dollars annually. Fourteen countries. Thousands of women disappeared, repackaged, and sold to the highest bidder. It was beautiful in its efficiency. And the Blackstone family had destroyed it all. Richard Blackstone had killed my sister. So I'd planned to destroy his son and heir. But

Zoe said, “I want to know where it started.” Bianca looked at Ethan. He looked at her. She picked up her phone. She forwarded the photographs to Zoe. Her phone buzzed immediately with a new message. Not Oates. Not Kemi. Not Patrick. Daniel. Zoe told me about her great-grandfather’s foundation. She said she wanted me to know. I think she’s telling me that she’s part of something that has nothing to do with me. A pause. She’s right. I just thought you should know she told me.