Novel & Cerita Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge

She blinked and looked again, but the numbers remained unchanged. “This cannot be right,” she said. Victoria stepped closer. “It is right,” she said firmly. “Do you know what this means?” Lumi turned to look at her, her expression filled with disbelief. “Please tell me you are not joking,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Victoria shook her head. “I would never joke about something like this,” she replied. Lumi swallowed. “How much?” she asked. Victoria smiled widely. “They made a billion dollars,” she said. “In just three hours.”

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

I screeched into the phone, scrambling to pick up the cactus that had now stabbed me in three different fingers. “Why are you screaming?” He asked with an annoyingly calm voice, “You said you were hungry. I thought I’d help.” “Help?! This isn’t help, this is a heist! My bank app asked if I was laundering money when I logged in just now!” I could hear him laughing on the other end now, that deep, rich laugh that probably made his business enemies cry and his female employees swoon. “Well, now you can buy all the dumplings you want. Even the ones with extra meat. Or the ones they hide at the back that they claim are ‘for VIP customers only.’ You’re officially a VIP.”

I gasped, clutching myself as the baby shifted violently inside me, a sharp kick of protest or fear “Stop embarrassing yourself, Katherina,” he snapped. Then he pulled out his phone and turned the screen to me. A photo of the new company, his company,set to launch tomorrow. “Thanks for everything. You were useful,” he said, his voice disturbingly calm. “ThorneTech is thriving today because you cheated on me. I took that rage and turned it into fuel. Used you. Used all of it to build my success.” He slid the phone back into his pocket and looked down at me, disgusted.

I asked her. " Yeah it's all over the news. Multi billionaire Flynn Roberts bribed a bunch of terrorists with fifty million.. And multi millionaire Xander Lance was publicly humiliated and chased from the Robert's premises with stones and sticks..." She burst out in laughter. " Well what did you expect I do? Stand there and watch them throw stones at me? Or rather expect me to go home with a broken nose, a swollen forehead or a bleeding mouth?" I said in a serious manner. " No but you would have challenged him. Fight money with money.."

“Mabel forged documents years ago. She had stolen millions. If Jordan is recognized as the rightful heir… everything collapses. Her entire empire. Her life.” Marcus cursed viciously under his breath. Damien’s fists clenched so tightly I heard his knuckles crack. “So this was never just revenge,” Damien said, his voice dangerously low. Victor nodded slowly. “It started as revenge. But now… it’s survival.” A long, suffocating silence followed. Then Victor reached painfully into the inside pocket of his torn jacket. Every guard in the room instantly raised their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing sharply.

"A hundred thousand. Is that enough?" "Move." "You made a fool of me five years ago" "*You* made a fool of yourself." Her voice was flat. "I just had the sense to document it." She went around his other side. He followed. "Half a million," he said. "Cash. And the phone. That's a fair offer, take it. Because if you release it, I have resources to suppress it faster than it spreads. You'd get nothing and lose the leverage anyway." Vivian turned to face him with the expression of a woman who has run completely out of patience and is now simply waiting for the obstacle to move.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.