After Being Betrayed I Inherited A Massive Fortune Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That can't be true. Jamie?" "Eighth grade, Mother. You heard him. We were barely teenagers." Jamie answered, his tone still devoid of remorse. Even after all these years. Our strained relationship had begun there. He had attempted to eliminate me the day Grandfather officially announced that everyone had a chance to claim the fortune. Jamie had always believed that, as the first grandchild, he would easily inherit the fortune when we came of age. He boasted to his friends and became so arrogant.

The trap she had laid out for him, thinking he wasn’t going to fall into it, he actually walked right into it without any hesitation. She knew he was shameless, but had underestimated the DEPTHS of his audacity. How he could betray his own family, just to satisfy his ego. If he could do that to his own family, then what would’ve stopped him from inflicting thousands of betrayal on her? A few days ago, she gave him a condition which she’d been certain he would never comply, but last night, the news flash on TV— Lucas scandal and arrest for his involvement in illegal business dealings, while Chris had escaped the trap she laid out for him.

Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

The wealth that had been concealed for decades was now within our grasp, but it came with a choice—a choice between material wealth and the pursuit of a greater purpose. United in our decision, we made a pact to use the newfound fortune not just for our own happiness, but to make a difference in the lives of those who had suffered under the weight of silence and societal constraints. We established a foundation in honor of our ancestors, dedicated to supporting education, healthcare, and opportunities for those in need. The news of our discovery spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of the media and the public once again. But this time, the spotlight was not on scandal or betrayal—it

I take a seat and gesture for him to do the same. “I’m here to deliver some news.” He takes a deep breath. “One is good, and the other bad. Which would you like to hear first?” “Start with the good one” I fake a yawn and lean back in my seat, trying to come off as bored. But my heart is beating fast in anticipation. This is my first visitor in years, what could this be about? “The good news is that you have a large fortune that was left behind for you.” He grins broadly and waits, like he’s expecting some kind of reaction.

Who else could I trust more than my best friend? As we drove to the conglomerate in the sleek company car, I thought back to everything that had happened. My mother's death. Gabriel’s betrayal. The crash that nearly ended my life. And now, here I was—stepping into a position of power, armed with nothing but my wits and a burning desire for revenge. When we arrived, the vice president of the company greeted us with enthusiasm. "Good day, everyone. Ms. Rebecca Harrington, the heir of Valentine Conglomerate, is now the president of the company," he announced to the board members. They all stood and bowed, pledging their loyalty and support.

She slowly obeyed him, Wilson entered, he placed a big brown envelope in her hands, holding the envelope she looked at the billionaire who only stared back at her with fascination dancing in his eyes. “Your boyfriend who happens to be Boss' nephew cheated on you with your stepsister, your stepmother and step brother had taken the inheritance your father left for you and ever since your father's death you have become the element of ridicule and maltreatment.” Wilson explained making Aliyah shut her eyes as memories of the past started biting back at her, she opened her eyes, shook her head trying to rid her mind of the past. “But,” The billionaire went beside her, took her shaky small hands i

As the tears were about to stream down my face. I stormed out of the office holding the photos tightly, angry and hurt. Betrayal left a strange, bitter taste in my mouth. I wasn’t just hurt. I was played. Humiliated. Set up by the two people I loved most. I got into my car and drove. No destination in mind. My hands shook on the steering wheel. My hands trembled on the wheel. My phone buzzed a message from my lawyer about our meeting later that day. The one where I was supposed to discuss transferring my inheritance from my grandmother’s estate into our shared account.

"Five years ago, you left my bed and vanished. Nine months later, two children are born. You expect me to believe the math is a coincidence?" "I expect you to stay out of my life," she countered, stepping into his space instead of away. She poked a finger into his hard chest. "You walked away from me, remember? You told me I was a distraction. You told me your legacy was more important than some 'fling' with the help. Well, congratulations, Julian. You got your legacy. You got the towers and the billions. Leave me and my children out of it." Julian’s eyes burned. He set his drink down on a nearby table without taking his eyes off her. "I never told you that."

The contractor for that hundred-billion-dollar landmark project had filed a lawsuit for commercial fraud, demanding two billion in damages. He had no assets left under his name. That debt would bind him to a lifetime of labor. Every day, he dug under the blazing sun until his hands bled. When he grew thirsty, he had to drink muddy water. The prison TV broadcast the biggest headline in the capital. Fenton Group announced that the inheritance of its massive fortune would be equally distributed among my three children. On the screen, my two eldest, Matthew and Mark, stood in tailored suits, calling Stephen 'Dad.'