Broke Billionaire Novels & Stories

Aiden chuckled. “Look at that man in a grey suit in the second row, he can't go higher than a hundred million and that means one thing,” Aiden said. “What?” Aria asked. “He is broke.” he laughed and Aria giggled. Alessa shook her head at them as she smiled. “A hundred million dollars is being broke?” Alessa asked. “Yes, isn't this an auction for billionaires? He is a millionaire, the difference is huge.” Aiden replied. “You should be grateful,” Alessa replied and he sighed.

And yet- He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts circling like sharks. Maybe he had been too harsh. Maybe she was right to pull away. But something in him couldn’t quite let go of the look in her eyes when she walked away from his car that night. He was still staring out the window when the door swung open without a knock. “Killian Cole Stone. Billionaire, boardroom tyrant, breaker of global records. And yet, somehow manages to dress like a catalog ad.”

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

I said, the words falling out of my mouth like lead weights. “A break?” he repeated, as if I had spoken a foreign language. “From the case?” “From us.” He just stared at me. The billionaire who controlled half of Vegas, the man who never lost his composure, looked utterly shattered. “From... the relationship?” I gave a single, jerky nod. For a long, horrific moment, his brain simply refused to process the data. And then, the panic returned, completely untethered.

Scarlett's world shattered. Her knees weakened. Her breath hitched. Her heart broke. And Dominic? Dominic Kingsley had just become the man connected to the truth she feared most.

Years ago, Anthony had sold his dignity and moral principles for money; now he was treating others in the same manner he had been treated! "Go ahead, name your price," Anthony said confidently. As a billionaire president, giving a breakup fee was just a piece of cake for him! Sean lifted one finger in silence. "One million?" Anthony was a little startled, then he smirked. This guy would break up with Layla for just one million? What a loser! One million must feel like a fortune to a loser like him!

one of them said, nodding toward Emily’s back. “Oh, I heard. At first, I thought it was just a rumor, but I saw her getting out of a taxi this morning at the school gate. She’s not even driving those luxury cars anymore. Looks like she didn’t get anything in the breakup.” “With all the money RC Corporation has, he didn’t even give her a breakup gift? The car’s nothing to him. Giving it to her wouldn’t hurt his wallet.” “Looks like that CEO isn’t as generous as he seems. Played her for three years and didn’t leave her with a thing,” another added with a smirk.

“Give or take.” She stared at him, jaw slack. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about money.” Her knees wobbled. “This can’t be real.” “It’s real.” “Five hundred million?” she repeated, like maybe saying it would make it less absurd. “Half a billion,” he said, deadpan. “Congratulations, Miss Not-So-Broke-Anymore.” She blinked again, then dropped onto the nearest chair. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” She looked at the paper, then back at him. “My parents were… billionaires?”

The only thing I could hear was the thundering of my own heart. It took everything in me to get up. My heels dangled from my hand, my clutch pressed to my chest like it could hold me together. And then I went inside. Not whole. But alive. “What’s happening, Nella?” Lauren asked the moment I stepped into the living room. “We broke up,” I said, my voice low and tired. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… I’m so sorry,” she said—then paused, her expression shifting. “But, girl, you look like a bag of money!” she teased, eyes trailing from my heels to my jewellery.

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.