Bribing The Billionaires Revenge Novels & Stories

His words sparked realization. "So, everything that happened to my father was all your plan?" she asked, suspecting he was behind her father's troubles to further his revenge. He married her solely to exact revenge on her father. Draco didn't need to respond; the slight curl of his lip was answer enough. "And you think you'll succeed?" she couldn't help but ask. "I'm Draco Atlas Smith. Nothing is impossible for me," he said, his voice icy cold. "And I won't let you," she said.

“Oh, nothing much. Just that I happen to have a full report—photos, documents, and witness statements—showing your family’s involvement in multiple safety violations. Oh, and a certain bribery payment of $50,000 to a building inspector.” Gasps erupted among the students. Lance’s face turned pale. “You’re bluffing!” he stammered. Ethan smiled faintly. “Am I? Watch the screen.” In perfect timing, the Trillionaire System projected the evidence onto a giant campus display board. The documents were detailed, the images crystal-clear, and the timestamps undeniable. Within minutes, the live stream chat exploded, hashtags began trending, and several online news outlets were already tagging the story

If Ivy thought she was the queen of fake luxury, wait until she gets dethroned by a dime-sponsored double agent in neon hair. This is war. And baby, I’ve picked my side. ***** Krystal POV After hiring Illana the Neon Spy and sipping literal gold at Caffé Noire, I decided it was time to stop playing rich and start living like the goddess of vengeance and luxury I now was. Because, darling… What’s revenge without a penthouse? And not just any penthouse. No. I wanted the crown jewel of Manhattan. The one that made real estate agents sweat and billionaires weep.

smoothly, he flipped the bracelet again between his fingers. “I've been in this game long before you were born,” he said, calm but deadly.” And you know the rule, right?” I swallowed hard, anger flaring despite the fear curling in my stomach. “I do,” I replied obediently. “What's stolen cannot be claimed.” “Good girl," he said, clicking his tongue, a soft, mocking sound, then tossed the bracelet out the window. I froze, my chest tightening, a storm of disbelief and fury crashing through me.

The moonlight caught the silver in his watch, the sharpness of his suit, and the absolute void in his eyes. "Love is a weakness that people like us can't afford, Lily," he said, stepping out into the cool night air. "Revenge, however... revenge is the only thing that lasts." As she followed him toward the towering front doors of the mansion, Lily looked up at the stars. They seemed so far away, so indifferent to the girl in the white lace dress. She had saved Mia, but as the heavy doors of the Vallocchi estate closed behind her, she knew the price was far higher than five million pesos.

“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

"But I was twenty-six when I met him. I was no child either. I thought I knew exactly what I was getting into. And for two years I was perfectly happy. Then one day, the roof fell in, and I found out what it was like to be the second thing he cared about." "What was the first?" "The empire." Victoria said it simply. "It always was. It always will be." Mia was very still. "He'll go back to it," Victoria said. "That's what I came to tell you. He's here now because he has nothing. He's humble because he has to be. He's grateful because he's frightened. But the moment he gets his name cleared, the moment someone offers him a boardroom, he'll walk out that door without looking back."

“Check the entertainment pages.” I put him on speaker and opened my browser. The headlines loaded one after another like a series of small detonations. Adrian Cole Mystery Fiancée — Gold Digger or Cinderella? From Broken Engagement to Billionaire — The Calculated Rise of Lucy Vale. Lucy Vale a Gold Digger— Who Manipulated The CEO Into a Hasty Engagement After Her Failed Relationship. They uploaded everything. Raphael. The broken engagement. My father’s medical bills — reframed with surgical cruelty to paint a picture of desperation.

This stupid, arrogant man. But I didn't pay any attention to him or bother validating his words. I looked straight at Dad again. “No man dropped me off. It was an Uber.” “An Uber?” Nico scoffed, his sheer misery and bitterness so blatant that I snapped my head back to him. “Seriously? Who the hell Ubers in a blacked-out Rolls-Royce Phantom? Your lies are pathetic, Brianna. I saw the man myself.” “Then where exactly were you, Brianna?” Dad asked. That same calm, demanding voice froze my gaze on Nico. I didn't know how to respond or how to handle any of this.

“So, this was your intention all along? You wanted to toy with my family just to corner me, so I'd be left with no choice but to run to you and sign this stupid shit, but guess what? I'm not signing it, you old fuck! You'd have to find another desperate guy to satisfy your fucked up, sexual twisted fantasies because it definitely ain't me!” Neither his smirk nor his calm and relaxed composure ever faltered, and that made me even more pissed. Fucking, sick psycho faggot! I keep saying it, billionaires are the most disgusting and twisted creatures on earth, and this one right here just proved it. “Very well, then.” He said in a cool tone, unfazed. “You can leave.” “You bet I will!” I shot at h