Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Jax is spiraling, Lila. Asher is becoming a criminal. You’re the common denominator of their destruction. If you actually care about them—if you’re not just the social climber everyone thinks you are—you’ll take the money and disappear. Give them their lives back.” I felt a cold, sharp spark of anger in my chest. It wasn't just the bribe; it was the way she talked about them like they were objects she owned. Like they were "brands" that needed protecting. I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing the screen of my phone. I didn't pull it out. I just clicked the side button twice—the shortcut I’d set up for my voice recorder weeks ago when I realized Harrington was a den of snakes. “So, l

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

] Briella rubbed her wrist and sneered coldly. If she didn’t owe the old man a favor, she wouldn’t have even considered it. [Tell the head of the Elsher family to get on his knees and beg me. Then I’ll take it.] […You sure you didn’t make that up?] Briella arched a brow. [Nope.] [Uh… okay, but what if he offers a billion instead?] [Do I look like someone who’s short on cash?] The retort came quick. [Who in their right mind turns down more money?]

Not for the sake of restoring our financial status, but because helping my father regain his business would likely lead to it, which is why my mother was all smiles. I never believed money solved everything. For Fred and Brenda, this was only the beginning. I intended to make them beg for forgiveness on their knees. What better life could a woman desire than being married to a billionaire, and not just any billionaire, but the city's youngest one? This was my revenge tactic. Fred would be shocked, Brenda would be caught off guard, and I'd ensure their lives became a living hell. The mere thought of my revenge filled me with excitement, even more than the prospect of my father regaining his b

I wanted him to experience a taste of the hell he brought upon himself by using me. Throughout our relationship, I had learned one crucial detail about Drew: he was obsessed with expensive watches, clothes, and accessories. Even the slightest scratch on his beloved car could send him into a frenzy. So, the idea of wrecking his car seemed like the perfect way to drive him crazy before the final showdown. Shay raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my devious plan. "Well, that's quite the revenge scheme you've got brewing there, Val. But are you sure you want to go down that road?"

"Did she take your money?” "Yes, she did. The whole family shared my billions of dollars, but I sold some of my mansions and other business places to get some money. From being a billionaire to being a millionaire, I need to get my revenge on her and the whole family. And you, Jasmine Winter, you will be my tool for revenge and be my puppet to take them down and ruin everything they built with my money. I would rather ruin it all than let them enjoy it.”. I let out a sigh, nodding. "So. What are you planning to do? Use me as a tool?".

Again silence. “Twenty-five million, three and the beauty is sold to table number twenty-five. None other than the most eligible billionaire in the country, Viso D'angelo!" The auctioneer announced Isabel's stilled for a second. Is it a coincidence? Her eyes widened open hearing the name of her buyer. She looked up and stared directly into the eyes of the man she never thought of meeting again. There He stood with unpredictable expressions on his face. But then He nodded at her slightly.

I am not doing this because I want our financial status to go back to the way it used to be but I guess wanting to help my father recover his business will lead to that which is why my mother is all smiles. I do not believe that money solves it all. For Fred and Brenda, this is just the beginning. I am going to make sure that they come begging me with their knees, seeking my forgiveness. What other life would a woman want other than being married to a billionaire? Not just a billionaire, but the youngest billionaire in the city? This is my revenge tactic. Fred would be shocked. Brenda would be caught unawares and I will make sure to make their life a living hell. The thought of my revenge al

“Of course, I’ll make sure to drain all your accounts until the last penny. I clearly wouldn’t need it but who would refuse money, right? Nice for you to remind me of that matter and nice offer, really. Imagine bribing a billionaire with money.” One planned to kneel and ask for mercy but her men dragged him back to his seat again. “Oh, please, gentlemen, no need for other shameless things. Everything is settled already.” “How sure are you that you will get away from this once we get out of here?” One asks without even stuttering.

Who else borrows a loan for her husband to spend on another woman? My heart craves revenge. Marcus wouldn't even commit himself to paying the loan because he loves himself too much to work to pay a dept. Having nights of fun with his gorgeous, rich brother would be perfect vengeance. And I will be paying the loan. Killing two birds with one stone. It's sinful but fair. I turn back around to face the billionaire with a determined face. "Thank you for opening my eyes. I will accept your offer. But only for eighty thousand dollars a night," I say.