Bribing The Billionaires Revenge Novels & Stories

“Oh, I feel bad for you, Nathaniel, because this two-faced bitch has you wrapped around her fingers......No, actually, I feel bad for you, Serena, because this man—I mean, this little boy is just a coward who hides behind his family’s wealth. Deep down, he knows he’s nothing without it. And he’s never satisfied with something. He will eventually grow tired of you, too. And I will be there to enjoy that day. The day another woman would make you suffer, just like you made me, Serena.” “You’re all hypocrites. If you think I’ll just stand by and let you destroy my life, you’re kidding yourself. I’ll make sure to destroy yours first. I will let everyone know how a popular model slept with her sis

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.”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

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.

"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 crossed his arms but didn't walk away. "You know who I am," I said. "Scarlett Huntington. My family is one of the wealthiest in this city. Whatever they're paying you for this job, I will give you three times that amount. Five times. You name a number and I will make it happen. Wired to whatever account you want, same day, no questions." He said nothing. "You're not the one who makes calls here," I said. "I get that. But you're also not the one who told them to blow up this building with a person inside. That's not on you yet. It doesn't have to be."

"He lost it because Miller Group Alpha, a subsidiary controlled by the men sitting in this front row, intentionally sabotaged his supply lines to force a hostile takeover. They didn't just buy him out; they hunted him." The journalists erupted. The Board members turned pale, whispering frantically. "The 'bribe' Caleb paid wasn't a gift," Ava continued, leaning into the microphone. "It was restitution. It was the Miller Group finally paying back the money they stole from my family five years ago. My marriage isn't a contract of sale. It’s a contract of Justice." She turned to Caleb, who was staring at her with an expression that was halfway between fury and absolute awe.

I sat beside him like a puppet, led by the hand. Lucas arrived. Seeing me seated with Dominic, he showed no surprise — just a few extra degrees of frost in his gaze. Right in front of Lucas, Dominic pulled a check from his wallet, wrote a number on it, and slid it across the table to me. One million dollars. "Take it." Dominic's voice oozed with cruelty and triumph. He turned to Lucas. "See? This is who she is." "A million dollars, and she drops you without a second thought — happy to walk away with me."

“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

“Talk.” “The live auction just closed. Winning bid—twelve million, paid in untraceable crypto. And the buyer just transmitted the full genetic sequence to a secondary network. Not extractors. Something else. Something with a lot more toys and a lot less patience.” Silence stretched. My side throbbed in time with my thinning pulse. The morphine whispered lies. The blood told the truth. Kabir’s next words landed like a grenade with the pin already pulled. “They’re not coming for the key anymore.”