Novel & Cerita Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge Free

The entire tale would be one of a man so desperate, so pliable, that he was the perfect victim for a lonely billionaire—or the perfect individual to perpetrate a long con. As she rode down in the elevator, she leaned against the chill metal wall, a sob welling up in her chest. But she repressed it. There was no going back. The line was crossed. The bridge burned. Her revenge was done, a contained, flawless fire that had consumed everything it touched, even the last remnants of the woman she used to be. She had purchased her children's future with the cost of her past, and the cost was an empty victory that tasted exactly like damnation.

“Julian’s terrifying when he’s motivated. Remind me never to make him angry.” That evening, Julian comes to the penthouse. Triumphant. “Did you see? Did you see Vaughn’s face in the arrest photos? Priceless.” “You saved us,” I say. “Saved everything.” “I protected my family. That’s different.” He pours champagne. Hands glasses to Lucian and Marcus. “Sorry, Ariana. Pregnancy. But we’re toasting your victory too.” “Our victory,” I correct. “Fine. Our victory. Over a billionaire fraudster who thought he could destroy us.” Julian raises his glass. “To family. To fighting dirty when necessary. And to Richard Vaughn spending the rest of his life in prison.”

"Cattleya Sullivan, you're the perfect pawn to bring Jaxon down. You have no choice but to help me. Otherwise, you'll never see Aubrey, your sister's daughter, again." I exclaimed, "Are you threatening me? Have you been lying to me all this time?" Nikolai smirked, his eyes cold as he stared at me. "I've been lying to you since the day we met, Cattleya. You're nothing but a pawn to me, a tool to be used. So, listen to me very carefully. If I ever give you back to Jaxon, you have to give me the code, the code where he put all his wealth and gold together. Without that, he'll be on his knees," he laughed softly.

“I'm glad you came to find Laila, last week in the restaurant. I don't know where this is going but at the very least, I am glad for both our sake, we both get to feel justice for the shit we've been through.” “I bride a billionaire for revenge, I'm a bad ass.” He smiled at her,” yes you are. Let's go take out our revenge.”

The dark suit and tailored trousers made me look like a grim reaper from hell. “F-fifty million?” the auctioneer stammered, his voice cracking as he stared at me like I’d just announced the end of the world. His hand shook as he adjusted his glasses, clearly trying to process what I’d just said. “Are you sure, madam? This is fifty million we are taking about.” My lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk. “Of course, or can the young lady go higher?” Everyone turned their attention to Elena, who sat in the front row, her face twisting into a fury. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her number card, her knuckles white as she glared at me like she wanted

“What the hell?” I laughed. “You want this thing back, huh? But what do I get to show this generosity?” “Do you not have enough money that now you’re putting a price on your rare act of humanity?” “Well, it’s a wicked world out there. Everything comes at a price. Now, tell me. What’s in it for me?” “What do you even want? You already have everything.”

I asked her. " Yeah it's all over the news. Multi billionaire Flynn Roberts bribed a bunch of terrorists with fifty million.. And multi millionaire Xander Lance was publicly humiliated and chased from the Robert's premises with stones and sticks..." She burst out in laughter. " Well what did you expect I do? Stand there and watch them throw stones at me? Or rather expect me to go home with a broken nose, a swollen forehead or a bleeding mouth?" I said in a serious manner. " No but you would have challenged him. Fight money with money.."

The moment Logan saw her, his body tensed. Sabrina’s lips curled, just slightly. “Let’s go, Bianca. We’re done entertaining lost causes.” Bianca’s mouth dropped, like she needed to speak now before the moment swallowed her whole. “Can you believe this?” she snapped, yanking her umbrella tighter as she turned toward Sabrina. “This new billionaire I picked off the sidewalk when she was crying broke is here trying to steal my baby Liam.” Sabrina’s eyes finally landed on me. “Sierra Morgan.” Her voice dripped with quiet condescension and a hint of amusement. “Of course it’s you. That’s how it always is. Grateful when they’re poor. Ungrateful the second they taste power.”