Benefactor Novels & Stories

“You’ve been wonderful. You’ve been generous with me, and you’ve cared about my mother. If it weren’t for you lending me money, and using your parents’ connections to get her an oncology specialist, my mom might have already…” She paused, her eyes returning to his face, speaking with genuine sincerity. “You’re my benefactor. No matter what happens between us, I’ll always remember what you’ve done for me.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, resting one hand on the steering wheel. He turned to look at the pitch-dark night outside the window, mocking himself. “Other people get handed a ‘good guy card’ when they’re dumped. You, on the other hand, gave me a ‘savior car

Mya wasn't certain about what he prayed for, but she had her suspicions. He had even established a children's charity fund in Madelyn's name, making donations to schools in remote and underprivileged areas across the country. Additionally, he had invested more than ten billion Venturian currency in a cancer research institute, earning recognition as one of Venturia's top ten influential figures of the year for his philanthropic efforts.

He held a few papers in his hands. “We will now announce the organizations that the benefactors have chosen to support tonight,” Nathan said. We appreciate everyone’s time and generosity. Many good causes will be receiving donations this evening.” Nathan lifted his list and began reading the names of the benefactors and the organization they have chosen to support. One by one, he ticked down his list. Not once did I hear the name of the orphanage. Not even from those that had promised me to my face to support me. I supposed I couldn’t blame them. Whatever goodwill I had garnered, Jane had taken apart in ten minutes of rudeness a

My first benefactor happened to be my father's creditor. Back then, I was inexperienced and lacked any particularly charming qualities, so I endured quite a bit. My first benefactor grew tired of me fairly quickly and sent me for ‘training’ after a few months. At a social gathering, he handed me over to the second benefactor. The second benefactor had some peculiar preferences, but the advantage was his generosity. With his support, I managed to clear my father's gambling debts. Later on, my mother heard about my ability to earn significant money somehow and called

“But, I wonder what her relationship is with the handsome man who often visits her here. Don't tell me he's her boyfriend or something.” "Don't talk nonsense!" The curly-haired nurse scolded her colleague. “Let's just say that the handsome man is her benefactor. He was the one who took her to the hospital when she was in critical condition not long ago, and he was also the one who took care of the administrative procedures at the hospital for her. Every day, the man visited the woman even though he looked like a very busy businessman. I also heard that he was the one who paid for her treatment at this hospital.”

The Benefactor- is he on it? Étienne turned the page. At the bottom, in a different ink, a tidy line of small print had been added by a different hand. Capital advanced through Meridian Trust. Beneficial owner: E. Hargrove. And beneath it, an actual signature, bold and slanting, in blue-black ink. Edmund Hargrove.

I sink into a chair, pull the twins close. "Is Abuela going to die?" Luna whispers. "No, baby. They're going to help her." "You promise?" I can't promise. But I do anyway. "I promise." Lucas is staring at a wall plaque. "Mommy, look." It's a donor recognition wall. Names in bronze. And right at the top, largest font: DAMIEN BLACKWOOD, FOUNDER AND PRIMARY BENEFACTOR. "Is that him?" Lucas breathes. "Our daddy?"

"Especially going against a man like Xavier Donovan." "I can help you with that." Adrian frowned at him. "Why do you want to help us?" Bruno's grin widened, eyes glinting. "Because I'm a philanthropist." "I help others."