Novel & Cerita Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge Free

"But I can't help the way I feel about you. I still love you, Zendaya." Zendaya felt her heart skip a beat at his words, her mind racing with emotions. Could it be possible that Marceaux still cared for her after all these years? Before she could respond, Marceaux leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle. Zendaya felt a surge of desire and longing wash over her, and she responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. Could he forgive her and give her another chance? The billionaire’s revenge would have to wait, for his heart was no longer cold. I don't think so….

The girls were captivated, curious, and caught in a dangerous game of attraction and revenge. The billionaires had the advantage but hearts, pride, and emotions were wild cards no one could control. And the night was just beginning.

"If you need money, I can give it to you. Just let her go!" The robber just laughed, a cold, menacing sound. "You think you can buy us off?" he sneered. "We're not just doing this for the money, pal. We're doing it for the thrill of it. And you're just a foolish hero trying to save the day!" Lucas felt a surge of anger, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He took a step forward, trying to get closer to Adelaide. "Please, just let her go," he repeated, his voice calm and steady. "You don't want to hurt her, I know you don't."

“Are you serious?* Curtis almost scoffed. He didn't have enough time to get everything in place. “No I am not. If you are thinking it's impossible, then it's not, it's very much possible. I have most of the power Curtis. Remember that, I might not just use them because of who I am and my morals.” “But I have the influence and I have acquired them at some point in my life to get revenge. I am not completely done getting revenge but now I need to save Lucien.” “I need to be here for him and I don't mind using dirty ways. So you have to do everything possible to put the rumours there about Cassandra Veyron coming to that party.” “You have to make my aura one of a kind.” She said and nodded her

She thought she was being smart by marrying a man with millions well, the low-class clerk she left is now a billionaire. "That’s right, I don’t do that but you know what, I don’t actually have an issue supporting small companies like yours. What happened to your company was terrible and I guess God wanted us to work together." "That is so right." He said nodding, a grin spreading across his face

The movement drew both mine and Blue’s attention. “What are you doing?” I asked. She looked toward the television screen at Victor, remembering her years of manipulation and silence. Then she met my gaze. “I’m done letting him speak for me.” Something shifted inside my chest because this wasn’t revenge. This was something much deeper. This was a woman reclaiming ownership of her own story who had spent years surviving, rebuilding, and proving she didn’t need anyone to save her. And now she was ready to be seen not as Adrian Blackwood’s ex-wife or a victim but…..As herself.

she angrily asked, tears streaming down her face. "Athena..." Egon uttered her name as he approached her, but she quickly dodged him. "You're so disgusting, Egon. I loved you so much, but you just betrayed me." "Athena, if you really love me, you'll understand me and you will give what I need—"

"Are we done here? I've got things to do." His eyes narrow. "What do you want? I will give you one hundred thousand dollars to disappear." "Oh, is that what I'm worth? Thank you, but no, thank you. " I fold my arms across my chest. " I'm sure that's how you get rid of all your little problems, but I'm not for sale." In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere changes, and my throat is in his hand, anger in his eyes as he looks down at me.

“I hated him. All I wanted was the money. And now, it’s mine.” The air left my lungs. It felt like someone had driven a steel rod through my chest, the pain radiating into my arms, my neck, my bones. My hospital gown clung damp and cold against my skin, the metallic scent of blood filling my nose. “No,” I rasped. “This has to be some kind of joke. Please, Valen... stop this. Stop hurting me. I’m begging you.” His eyes were dead. “You were never meant to keep those riches, Adrielle. You’re just a privileged cunt the universe made the mistake of favoring.”

The soft murmur of conversation crowded the ballroom, every glittering chandelier casting gold across unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar smiles. My palms sweated, hidden beneath the lace gloves my mother had made me wear. It wasn't a wedding. It was a bargain. The orchestra struck a note, and my heartbeat wavered. My gaze wandered over to the man standing at the altar tall, dashing in his black tuxedo, eyes as cold as honed steel. Alexander Knight. The richest man in the world who had ruined my family. The man I was now being forced to marry.