Romans & histoires Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge

“You took everything from me. My company, my reputation, my freedom. Now I take something from you. The one thing you actually care about.” “Name your price,” I said, my voice flat. “You can have it all back. Every dollar. The charges dropped. Full reinstatement.” A laugh, a dry, crackling sound. “It’s too late for money, Louis. You didn’t just beat me. You humiliated me. You made me a ghost. Now I get to be the nightmare. Here are my terms: You go on live television in one hour. You confess to everything. The Monaco cover-up. The bribes. The blackmail. The murder of that Italian woman’s sister. You ruin yourself. Completely. You destroy the Trevane name forever. Then, and only then, I’ll te

075 Brianna Pounds “What is the craziest part, Brianna?” I chuckled, the sound cold. “That Nicodemo Harrington is a fucking monster.” “What? How do you mean?” “Aren't you able to guess that yet?” I leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze captive. “What he did?” “I mean, yeah, maybe, I don't know,” she stammered, tripping over her words. “He cheated right to your face, so I guess that's monstrous enough?” She offered it up like a question, and a bitter chuckle scraped past my throat.

"Yes, I was charged with fraud. Charges that Adrian orchestrated. Yes, I lost everything. Because Adrian Sterling is very good at destroying people who get in his way." "Why would you help me?" I asked. "What's in it for you?" A pause. Then, quietly: "Revenge. And maybe redemption. Adrian ruined my life. If I can help prevent him from ruining yours, maybe that means something." Victoria leaned forward. "Mr. Webb, this is Victoria Chen, Mrs. Sterling's attorney. If you have information relevant to our case, we'd be happy to meet with you. But it needs to be on our terms, in a neutral location."

She reached for my hands, wrapping both of hers around mine in a gesture that might have looked comforting to anyone watching. "Please, Maya, I know this hurts." Her voice was dripping with false sympathy. "I'm sorry…it wasn't intentional. Please forgive me. I'm here because I don't have anywhere to stay and look after the baby." I searched her eyes for any sign of real remorse, any genuine guilt or regret. But there was nothing. Her eyes were as cold and empty as a doll's eyes. She wasn't sorry. She had planned this. She had arranged for me to catch them at the hotel earlier. She had orchestrated every moment of my humiliation.

“We’ll open bidding at..” “I’ll start,” Shawn said sharply. “Five hundred thousand.” A ripple of murmurs spread through the room. Slade didn’t react. Until he did. “One million,” he said calmly. Shawn stiffened. Isabella smirked, glancing back at me. “Must be nice to have a husband with money, Ariana.” I smiled. Sweet, controlled and deadly. “It must be exhausting,” I said softly, “to pretend you’re fine, Isabella.” Her eyes flashed.

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

I stuck mum's chin up at him, “I deserve one for making you feel all of those emotions from the beginning. Don't I? I used my looks to your advantage. I atleast deserve a reward for creating the perfect illusion in your mind. ” “How dare you?” was all he sneered,with hate etched on his face. Shrugging, I lied, “Well, It gives me joy to realize that I’ve finally fooled the cocky billionaire and it was so damn easy, all I had to do was bear her looks..”

"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.”