Novel & Cerita Broke Billionaire

He dropped heavily to his knees right there on the shattered glass of the penthouse floor. He had billions of dollars. He had a private army. He had completely destroyed Julian. But none of it mattered. His fists and his wealth were entirely useless. "No," Lucian choked out, a raw, agonizing, deeply broken sob tearing violently from his throat. Hot, desperate tears spilled freely from his pitch black eyes, landing heavily on his blood stained shirt. "No. She is dying. My Queen is dying, and I cannot save her." Seeing the most dangerous, ruthless billionaire in the world completely break down and weep openly on the floor sent a chill down the spine of every single hardened man in the room. Ev

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.

“Really? I should let you go? I said, my voice rising. “Funny how you still have the energy to beg after everything you did.” “Please…” I didn’t answer. I’d never give him that satisfaction of begging me. I lingered a moment longer, letting the silence extend. Being a billionaire was supposed to feel like freedom. That was what the world believed when they saw the headlines. They didn’t see the boy who walked out of juvie with nothing but scars and a dark reputation. They did, actually. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore, even though people still talked about it. They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before c

“You think hitting the jackpot makes you something special? Let me tell you, no way! I won’t agree to this! “You were with me for three years. What about compensation for my youth? For the emotional damage you have dealt to me? “And that twenty million? You won it while we were together. That makes it shared property. You think you can keep it all? Dream on!” In an instant, she turned into a self-proclaimed expert, laying everything out with calculated precision. A modern-day breakup strategist. I almost laughed. “Shared property? Lily, when you bought that Ferrari, why didn’t you call it shared property?” “I told you—that was an investment!” “Then so is this. Winning the lottery is my inves

Chelsea scoffed and slammed her high heel down on my hand. The sound of bones breaking echoed in the air. While I howled in agony, she just said contemptuously, "You honestly think you've got what it takes to be the wife of the richest man in the world? A pathetic pauper like you only deserves to be trampled under my feet." The pain of my finger bones breaking made my whole body tremble. I glared at her with nothing but hatred. "I have Jeremiah's number in my phone. Call him, and you'll know if it's true!"

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

“Where else are you meant to be? How hard is it for you to accept reality? What more do I need to do to make you stay? Break you?” I snorted, a sardonic smile dancing on my lips. “I'm already broken.” “Which is why you should stop deluding yourself that that billionaire will still want you. I'm sure he has moved on. You were probably a distraction for him, a temporary allure because you are not from his world.” “Don't talk like that.” I cried. He snorted. “You think you are Cinderella? Don't make me laugh, girl. He has probably reconciled with his wife, someone of his world and status that he should be with. Your absence would have made him realize how he had been fooling himself.”

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Robin’s irritation came through her sharp tone. “Robin, I’m sorry for not realizing this sooner so I could have saved us both the pain and heartache.” “Whatever.” “Have a good life.” “You can bet I will. You’re not the only billionaire I know. I’ll find someone who is better than you.” She hung up. Billionaire? Brooke sucked in a fast breath. Justin had mentioned he was rich, but… a billionaire? Her first instinct was to get angry and hateful. Once again, she discovered another secret that he withheld. What else had he lied about?

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.