Romans & histoires Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge

Yet I took that handkerchief with me everywhere like a good luck charm. I pulled out the handkerchief from my suit pocket, clenching it until… "We are here, sir!" Tim's voice shook me out of my thoughts. Here I am again, back in the devil's mansion, hoping for a renegotiation of his wicked terms. But I know Lucien, he won't give in without a cut-throat fight. He is manipulative, as he is smart, and I know he would put me in a position where I won't get to say no.

I snap at myself, glowering at the mirror image of myself in front of me. You have not come all this way to crumple at the whim and lies of Lily Blake. She is not what you think she is, i mutter to myself. You are no longer stupid seventeen years old Nickolas Torres who had nothing to his name but his pride and good looks. You are a fucking billionaire, bent of revenge and you will do well to remember that, the voice in my head raged until I saw red dots at the corner of my eyes. I pick up my phone and send a text to Scot. The wheels are in motion and sooner or later, I will be having the last laugh.

"Haha! Little girl, you don't understand. It's not done like that." "No! I think everything could be bought with the right price. You just think I can't afford it. Maybe I can't, but my husband, Devon Grey, can. I am sure you might have heard of him, the ruthless billionaire. If you help me, he will surely reward you properly." I raised Devon's name with the hope that it might make him rethink, and surprisingly it was very effective. "Did you just say that your husband is Devon Grey? The ruthless billionaire?" He looked alarmed.

His car. That familiar low growl of the engine I’d learned by heart. A few seconds later, the front door swung open. And in walked Adrian Thompson—billionaire CEO, cold as steel, sharp as broken glass, and unfortunately... mine. At least for the public eye. He didn’t say much. He never did. “Nice dress,” he said, barely glancing at me. I twirled slightly, trying not to grin. “Thank you—” “Take it off,” he cut in, tossing a glossy black shopping bag toward me.

Desperate times require desperate measures. "Because I chose you. I could have picked anyone to be my bride. Any lady would have jumped at the opportunity, so if I choose you, you should be happy. Do you know how much power comes with being my wife?! Wouldn’t you like to use that to your advantage—to get revenge on those who did you wrong?" he said, taking puffs of the cigarette he had just lit. The room’s full light wasn’t on; everything was dim, and with the smoke, it was hard to see his expression. I’d never thought of getting revenge, and even if I wanted to, why would I get help from this commanding, arrogant man?

Not a soul. No sane men would. “I don't bring any money.” I heard myself say, though my lips were numb. Vincent made a humming sound and reached into his coat pocket. With elegant precision, he slid a crisp one-dollar bill across the table toward me. “For luck,” he said, almost indulgent. “Let’s call it a loan.” I took it—the smallest, stupidest act of rebellion—and handed it to Silas. “For Misha.” The bribery underboss grinned. “Done.”

Reina Vale didn't bite her nails. Magazines were spread across the glass table. Business magazines with sleek covers. Then I saw it. Forbes. Adrian's face stared back at me. He wore a dark suit and looked powerful. Untouchable. The headline read: *Billionaire CEO Adrian Thorne: Building an Empire After a Tragic Loss.* After a tragic loss?

"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."

The note was a bribe. Four sentences. Precise and unambiguous — the kind of offer made by someone confident enough in the recipient's self-interest to be direct about the terms. It said: Victor Harmon was in a position to ensure that all outstanding federal charges against James Harper were resolved without prosecution. In exchange, James Harper would provide testimony confirming that Nyla Harper had been aware of the financial irregularities in Harper Industries' accounts when she returned to the company and had chosen to conceal rather than report them. The testimony could be brief. The resolution of James's charges would follow.

"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….