Bullied, Then Claimed By A Tycoon Novels & Stories

To give a brief flashback, let me take you back to my pathetic damn sad story. First year: I was bullied like a complete dickhead, that nothing good I do made anyone happy, they didn't even fucking cared that I was a living human, but that wasn't the climax, hell no!. The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw...

‘‘Excuse me,’’ I interrupted, ‘‘What do you mean by stolen copyright, no one has stolen anything from me, what is happening here is me being bullied and trashed using these videos, and if I had taken the videos myself then someone stole them at least it could have been copyright, but this right here is bullying, the one that I have been explain to you, it has been happening,’’ I heaved. ‘‘Okay, I understand your predicament, but this case looks so hilarious, I have never encountered such a case in my career, but new things are coming up every day with technology, I will investigate the case, but meanwhile I need you to avoid the paths of these people you claim to be bullies, I will call for

“Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.” Noelle’s eyes widened slightly. Ah, he was that rich? She glanced back at the picture and frowned. Ivette Castellano sure must have some pretty privileges. Such as effortlessly stealing her man. With a sigh, she leaned back. Could the world make her situation any more miserable? “This is unacceptable.” Elena suddenly began. “Just because she’s rich, doesn’t give That bastard the right to hurt you. We have to make him pay.” “Revenge?” She muttered, smiling wistfully. “Well that sounded like a blissful thing to do, but how exactly are we going to do that?

I tried to blend into the background, to disappear into the shadows where their taunts couldn't reach me, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never escape their relentless cruelty. For years, I allowed myself to be their punching bag, to shrink beneath the weight of their scorn and disdain. People bullied me, walked all over me and I used to let them. Not anymore. The oppressed has now become the tyrant. I transformed myself from prey into predator. It is my turn to watch them squirm, just like they did to me. It’s time for me to tell you a very painful story but don’t feel sorry for me. The last thing I need is your pathetic pity.

Her eyes roll before she drops the drink on the counter and looks at me, folding her arms below her chest. "I see you’re enjoying filling my shoes. The thrill and power feels good, doesn’t it? Heard you dealt with some girls the other day, threw a trashcan at them. First taste of bullying can be refreshing, isn’t it?" "That's not what happened; they were ganging up on my friend," I defend myself. "Sure it wasn’t," she waves her hand dismissively. "It starts out like that, then maybe a little abuse until you’re hooked on all that power, and maybe one day when you look in the mirror, you'll slowly start seeing a bit of me right there."

It seemed so selfish to bother her by telling that Gabriel and his cronies had spent that entire school year cursing her, putting trash in her locker, and tripping her down the hall. Andy might be young, but she was well aware that the Ferrars had as much money and influence as her family, the Vamcaps. Otherwise, her grandmother wouldn't be so close to Gabriel's mother. So Andy knew she could say whatever she wanted to her mother and worry Imogen to the max, but still Gabriel would get away with it and the bullying he was doing to her would get even worse... Even though it got worse anyway, even that she always tried to avoid him as much as possible and pretend he didn't exist inside the sch

They are infamous for who they are, even if some of them have turned legitimate and steer clear of the crime world publicly. ‘‘I don’t intend to make any.’’ I falter, lacking conviction, even though I truly do not want to end up on this one’s wrong side. He just wipes away all my wiles and confidence, while I am laid up black and blue and swollen beyond recognition. Wait until I have my heels, my face, and my killer wardrobe ... an even keel to deal with Sexy Alexi! Tyler was a playground bully compared to this one and I know without a shadow of a doubt I have my work cut out.

They implied that she traded one billionaire for the other. My jaw clenched so hard that I thought I heard a crack. I opened the next article. ‘TWO BILLIONAIRES, ONE WOMAN’ Then another. Every single one was worse than the last. It went from saying she only came to me for popularity, then it translated to her getting the best of both worlds, then they tied this news to the one the previous day where Elena and Serena had been exchanging words. I didn’t even think. I threw my mug across the room instinctively. It shattered against the wall but it did nothing to calm me down.

The guy was quite taller than I was, making me look like I was small but I didn't mind as I just kept glaring at him. I knew how this cell things works, everyone bullies their opponents with any slightest chance they got, and I'm not ready to be their victim. “What? Are you going to fight me?!” I snapped at him and he huffed. “You're Really a tough one, aren't you? Oh, let me guess, someone like Eric Sloan, the Billionaire's heir to the wealthy Sloan's' business put an end to Aaron Walker's atrocities and is now kept behind bars. Hahaha, how funny.” He mocked sarcastically and I scoffed.

At least he is not like some good-for-nothing that claims they love someone only on their lips. Brooks chuckles and shrugs his shoulder feeling so proud of himself. "Well, it did cost a bunch of million dollars. After all, I beat Mr. Santiago here to get it in the bidding war." Mr. Santiago's eyes widen as he gapes at Brooks. He couldn't believe his ears. Brooks is the anonymous tycoon? How? He swallows a lump of spittle suddenly feeling hot. "You are the tycoon that beat me hands down in the bidding war?" He couldn't help but ask.