After I Left The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

No, it didn't feel real. The sound of blood rushing to my ears drowned out everything around me. The weight of the betrayal was just too much to bear. First, he left me on the wedding day, and now he was marrying Cynthia. Cynthia! “Linda?” my mother said again, her hands reaching out to steady me. I shook my head, pulling away from her as I moved towards the couch and sat down. I looked down at the card, my fingers were clenched so tightly around it that I was close to tearing it.

I had left her heartbroken and shattered, and I had no right to expect anything else from her. My gaze swept over the luxurious office around me. I have everything I’d ever wanted. My empire, my own real estate company, wealth beyond imagination. I was no longer the man my father used to spit on, calling me a mistake. I was a billionaire now, powerful, influential. But Allison... she was no longer mine.

" He just shrugged as an annoying smile appeared on his old face. He shrugged, then patted my shoulder with a slight squeeze there. This was his usual gesture to encourage me and my mother. My shoulders slumped as Richard Smith left the shop. My chest felt very heavy. Meeting the father I left behind for love, after all these years, slapped me hard. This meeting made me realize that this is what love really is-sincere and unconditional. With unsteady steps, I hurried to retrieve my belongings in the employee-only storage area. I had to quickly fix everything that had been broken in this life. Especially my parents' trust. I was sure that, deep down, my father was very disappointed in me. Tha

And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan. Then he stood. Carried her, still joined, to the window. Pushed her against the glass. And fucked her one last time with the city lights below them. ⸻ When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor—used, sore, ruined. He bent, kissed her forehead. “Your job’s almost over.” She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said. And walked away. No apology. No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

"I don't like messes. Eighty-seven days left." I didn't look back. I walked out into the crisp morning air, leaving the billionaire CEO kneeling in the wreckage of his own arrogance, completely paralyzed by the realization that he had fallen madly in love with a woman who no longer existed.

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

Partners terminated their contracts en masse. The empire crumbled. Its reputation was destroyed. Bankruptcy loomed. When Mr. Whitmore heard the news, the shock triggered a stroke. He collapsed on the spot, and never recovered. One press conference. It destroyed Serena's life. It destroyed the entire Whitmore family. Damian stood in the center of the spotlight, his expression calm. Watching the guilty reap what they'd sown. But there was no satisfaction in his heart. Only a vast, boundless emptiness.

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.