Broke Billionaire Novels & Stories

The satisfactory smirk on the faces of Giselle and Natalie, went further to prove how much they hated me. As they tossed me out of the gates. I walked aimlessly down the streets and paused to glance back at the mansion I once called home. Born with a silver spoon, I had everything at my beck and call till the death of my mother on my 8th birthday. My world crashed after that incident when my father started traveling around for business deals with his mistress.

“You walk away. With your name cleared, your business secured, and enough money to start over.” I should’ve walked away. But instead, I asked, “Why me?” He paused. And for a second — just one second — I saw something in his eyes shift. A flicker of something softer. Sadder. But it was gone before I could name it. “Because you don’t break,” he said. I felt my throat tighten. “You saw the man you were supposed to marry betray you,” he continued. “And you walked out with your head high. You didn’t cause a scene. You didn’t fall apart. That kind of strength is rare.”

She had never respected anything in her life — not me, not my marriage, not even herself. “You shouldn’t be here,” I hissed, my fingers curling into fists. “Not now. Not ever.” Emma smiled faintly, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Still so dramatic. After all these years, Veronica, I thought you would’ve let go.” Let go. The audacity of those words set fire to my veins. She had dismantled everything I had built — my family, my marriage, my stability. And she thought I would just… let go?

Hello, readers This is Zhen Xin Xin, the author of Breaking Free from the Billionaire. First, thank you so much for reading my book. I am enjoying writing this story as this is my first time writing in Billionaire genre. But my health has not been good recently, so it is difficult for me to update regularly like many other authors. So this month, I decided to take a break. I will be back soon with more chapters as soon as I get better. Thank you for your support. Please leave a comment, like, share, and your support if you want me to update as much as possible. I will gladly update this story sooner if you are doing so.

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

Forbes, Business Insider, the Times, all of them running the same story with slight variations in wording but the same devastating core message. Isla Brennan, my meek mute fiancée who couldn't even speak, had somehow landed Callum Thorne. One of the most powerful men in the city. A self-made billionaire whose net worth made my family's wealth look like pocket change. My phone had been ringing nonstop since the announcement went live an hour ago. Business associates calling to offer surprised congratulations that felt like thinly veiled mockery, their voices carrying that particular tone people use when they're enjoying your misfortune but pretending to be sympathetic.

People passed, oblivious to my collapse, unconcerned with the man who had lost everything in a single morning. I ended up in a friend’s apartment by late afternoon. He welcomed me with awkward hesitation — the kind of sympathy that feels heavy and useless. I collapsed on his couch, my body shaking, my mind racing. The g-string, the accusation, the betrayal — it played over and over in my head like a broken record. “You okay, man?” my friend asked, awkwardly handing me a glass of water.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.