Romans & histoires After Being Betrayed I Inherited A Massive Fortune

"How could you be so cruel to me, Laura? What have I done to you all this time?" Laura let out a harsh, condescending laugh, then folded her arms haughtily across her bulging belly. "Money, Emma! It's all about money! Your good-for-nothing ex-husband can’t provide anything to support the child growing inside me. I need a lot of money just to survive!" I shook my head, trying to hold back the pain in my heart at her betrayal. "If you'd just talked to me nicely from the start, I could've given you a much bigger pile of money without resorting to dirty tricks like this, Laura!"

She looked up to see Minna Zhou standing over her, breathing hard, her face twisted in a snarl. "I was wondering how a girl like Chloe could possibly take the throne," Minna screamed, her voice shrill with rage. "It turns out her 'loyal' uncle is a dog! Your father betrayed my father to help that bitch!" Scarlett stood frozen, her face stinging. She wanted to defend her father, but the truth of his defection was undeniable. She was defenseless. Yvonne Blue tried to step in. "Minna, watch your mouth! Who do you think you’re—"

The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how many people stood to benefit from his downfall. There was John, his business partner, who had seemed almost too eager to take over the company since the accident. And then there was Micheal, Alexandro's cousin, who had suggested that they run away with his fortune. The very idea made her skin crawl. Clara knew she needed to be careful, watch her back and be vigilant in this world of deceit and greed. She couldn't trust anyone completely, except maybe Nanny Grace and Alex, Alexandro's assistant. But even then, Clara wondered how far she could rely on them. She was new to this world of power and money, and she knew that she had a lo

she said again, louder this time, desperation cracking her tone. For a long moment, silence stretched, broken only by the faint creak of the chapel wood and the whisper of rain against stained glass. Then Ethan whispered: “His first millions came from a deal sealed with betrayal. Someone close. Someone who trusted him. That trust was sold for power. And it wasn’t a stranger who paid the price, it was family.” Her blood went cold.

They were my anchor. I stepped forward another inch, raising my voice over the noise. "I've been painted as unstable. As dramatic. As someone who ran away from responsibility. But the truth is much uglier than any rumor you've printed." "Tell us the truth then!" a man yelled. I met his eyes dead-on. "I was betrayed for money." Gasps. A few reporters froze mid-shutter. "I was betrayed by the man I loved. By the only sister I had. By the father who should have protected me. They tried to take everything my mother left me—my home, my inheritance, my safety. I left because staying would have cost me more than my wealth."

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

"You made three fatal mistakes, Marco. First, you betrayed the engagement and humiliated Isabella. Second, you used despicable means to frame the innocent Rossi family for your own gain. And third..." Dante leaned forward, his voice dropping to a chilling, bone-deep cold. "You laid a hand on Juliana." "I... I'll return all the money! I'll leave New York! I beg you, let me go!" Marco cried. "Money?" Dante sneered, a look of contempt for the weak. "The Landini family has no shortage of money. The Rossi family's assets that you swallowed, I've already had them returned, with interest. As for you..."

With his weak personal abilities, he could only swallow his pride and work for a small company he once looked down on, never again returning to his old extravagant life. Meanwhile, Andrea kept her habit of reckless spending even without Quinton's financial support. She developed a gambling addiction and was eventually beaten to death by creditors. As for me, I thrived at Mike's company and quickly pushed it to a whole new level. I helped Mike defeat the illegitimate children his father had left behind and secure a massive inheritance. Without hesitation, he transferred 200 million dollars to me. Soon after, he proposed with a wedding ring personally designed by a world-famous master.

“The system broke you down step by step. Foster homes told you to be quiet, not to cause trouble, to be thankful for what little you had. They took a brave little girl and taught her to be scared.” “But you’re still in there,” Ethan said firmly. “Tonight proved it. You figured out Richard’s plan, you protected yourself, you fought back. That brave little girl is still inside you, Soph.” Sophia wiped her eyes, surprised at how much she needed to hear that. “There’s something else,” Ethan said, looking at his brothers before continuing. “Something we need to tell you about that is so important to us.” Sophia’s stomach tightened. “What?” “The trust fund,” Ethan said gently. “The money Richard t