Novel & Cerita Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge

Unknown number. My stomach tightened instantly. I ignored it. A second later, another message came through. Then another. The unease spreading through my chest sharpened quickly. Blue noticed immediately. “What happened?” “Nothing.” But even I heard the lie in my voice. I picked up the phone slowly. The first message came from an unknown contact. You should prepare before the media gets involved. My blood went cold. The second: Children connected to billionaires rarely stay private for long. The third message had no words.

Elena Kennedy:I’ll try to refrain from falling to my knees to suck off the highest bidder. I regret the text the moment I send it and keep staring at my phone instead of looking up to face him. My words were uncalled for, but I still feel bitter about the way he humiliated me when he offered me 20k to suck him off. I’m not sure what bothers me the most. That he offered it at all, or that I would’ve done it if he hadn’t stopped me. I know I should be grateful to him for offering me a solution instead of feeling bitter, but I can’t help myself.

She is not that kind of person. "Ma'am, don't blame me. My conscience is clear, I didn't take anything from your room. I'd rather have no money than steal," Harah reasoned. Marisol's eyes glared at Harah. "Liar! You were the only one I ordered to go to my room, to get my bag, so how could my jewelry and money be gone if you didn't take it, huh?!" Marisol said in an annoyed tone. Her blood has always been warm to Harah because Harah is so beautiful. Both siblings are envious of Harah's gentle face and young looks, like she doesn't need to be fixed.

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.

Obviously, this man still understood if she was telling the truth or not, but she couldn't admit it to be true, because it meant that she was denying the lie she had worked so hard to create. It is often said that "thick mandarin peels have sharp nails" and Saki is one of them, he tries to assert that what Vera says is just deceiving him. Finally, out of a soft heart, Vera told what she had encountered. "So you came back this time... for revenge?" Saki hesitated, then quickly thought of something else. "So don't tell my parents that I'm back. I'm not only sorry for you, but I'm sorry for them a lot." Vera tells her to succeed in revenge because she has lost something important. Even turning

Or should I try to bribe her again, hoping that she would take the money and go away? But for how long will I keep doing that? For how long will I keep giving her money and giving in into this blackmail? This was another problem that I had to deal with. Before I could decide, she reached out and took my hand. I felt her grip tighten, and I knew that she wasn't going to let me go easily. "Guess who is back?" She chuckled, "Me, Alex. I am back into your life again, back to have my place this time," she smiled.

“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 betrayal had been a physical blow, but the words were worse. “You built a fortress, Anton, but you forgot to check the foundations. We’re not stealing from you. We’re claiming what’s ours. A little blackmail fund, rewritten with your own unhackable key. The world’s elites will pay anything to keep their secrets secret.” And then Sabatine had burst in, not as the accused traitor Anton had been warned about, but as a force of chaotic salvation. A brief, violent struggle. A shot that went wide, shattering a ten-thousand-dollar vase. Evelyn’s scream. And Sabatine’s hand, iron-strong, gripping Anton’s arm. “Now. Unless you want to be the billionaire found dead next to his own stolen tech.”

He bypassed his father's contacts, scrolling down to an encrypted, unlisted number he hadn't dialed in seven years. He pressed call. It rang only once before a deep, gravelly, powerful voice answered. "Grandfather," Christopher spoke, his voice completely devoid of the warmth he had just shown Anika. It was the voice of a ruthless ruler. "I'm ready." On the other end of the line, the old billionaire founder of Vanguard Capital let out a low, booming chuckle. "At last. The dragon is finally waking up. What do you need, my boy?" Christopher looked up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. "Everything. Give me absolute control over the Bio-Tech patents and the Capital reserves. I am resigning from t

He presses. “No, I did nothing of that kind. I didn’t steal any information from you!” Mia defends herself, angry with the groundless accusations. “I don’t owe you any loyalty the minute you threatened my life.” She declares. “Do you have any idea how I punish a person who betrays me?” Mr. Powell narrows his eyes, “Do you know the power my money has given me? I could make your life miserable!” Shaking with disgust, Mia fights back, “Yes, you have money and influence. But they don’t work all the time, do they? Otherwise, you would have had Anthony walk out the prison free and wouldn’t have sat here intimidating me.”