Novel & Cerita Bullied, Then Claimed By A Tycoon

“I—wait, what?” I sat beside her, hands in my hair. “And I don’t even know what Aetherion does. Like, sure, I’ve heard the name in business articles and whispered conversations, but I thought it was one of those shadowy mega corporations. Not... mine. It still feels surreal. I want this – yet ..” “Jesus,” Naomi whispered. “He really just gave you a billion-dollar mafia-laced chessboard and said, ‘go be queen.’ that's so crazy.”

The number one Beau who was hellbent on bullying me in every way possible ever since I got here. My eyes glistened with tears, taking in every single image as I dragged my feet in a circle. The class was decorated with fake images of me doing things I would never have done. Taking a few steps backward, I shook my head, tears slipping from my eyes as I sniffed. 'I am sorry, Aunt Karissa, but I don't think I can anymore. This... I can't stand it anymore, Aunt. I can't stand being bullied every day. No matter what I do to stay off, they keep coming after me since I stepped foot here.'

He broke the kiss slowly, straightening to full height, he casted me one last meaningful stare before storming out through the door My knees wobble and I crumbled to the hard floor, I didn't have any more strength in me to stand. This wasn't just the case of a normal bullying, I just realized that Hayden Mcandrew was obsessed with me ********************************* I stared at the photograph of Hayden and dad on my nightstand, I managed to fix it as much as I could. He'd gotten enraged when I made mention of his sister, I stared at the little girl which such beautiful and innocent smile, too bad she had to be taken at such a young age.

Feeling helpless and shattered, I crumbled to the floor, crying bitterly. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn’t borrow money from any friend because I didn’t have any. Brian never allowed me to socialize, even though it was for business. Frantic, I tried to reach out to some loan sharks, but I got to know I was blacklisted.

Jillian stared at Dominic for what seemed like forever. At this point her eyes were already filled with tears. Dominic looked at her with pity in his eyes but only for a split second then he quickly adjusted his gaze. No matter how much he took a liking to her, he had to remind himself that he was still her boss and she had violated company’s policy. “Ms. Richards, I believe I asked you a question”. Jillian got a hold of herself and wiped her tears. “I’m not sure what to say, where to start…”, Jillian was interrupted, “from the beginning”, what, “start from the beginning”, Dominic told Jillian. Jillian told Dominic about how her and her friend just went out to celebrate her getting the job,

he murmured, tightening his grip just enough to make my pulse pound. “Here’s your reality, sweetheart. You don’t get to play the victim,” his words were slow, deliberate, venomous. “You were sold. Offered to a sixty-five-year-old man because you were worthless to your family. You were the leftover. I wasn’t even supposed to look your way, but now…” he squeezed harder, “…you have my name, my money, my house—and you dare act like you earned a thing?” I swallowed back the lump rising in my throat, refusing to let it show how deeply his words cut.

The young man said, wide-eyed, he had been terrified by the screams that were coming from his boss’s suite. “I’m fine.” Nickolas said and took a steadying breath. He was fine. The ranch was his sanctuary, the dream a distant, fading nightmare. He was Mark Smith. Mark paced around his suite, but some activity caught his attention outside. He stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw more rented cars stop in the driveway; he was getting more business, but it was more than he had bargained for. The more people that came in, the greater the risk of being discovered.

Through the door came Milo's clipped, anxious voice. "Sir, we have a problem." Alexander’s expression darkened instantly. "What is it?" "You need to see this for yourself," Milo replied. "Right now." Dysis exchanged a glance with Alexander. A silent understanding passed between them, unspoken but undeniable. This wasn’t over. She wasn’t just Dysis Salmon anymore. She was Dysis Everhart. I could feel the weight of everything falling on me the instant Alexander's hand left mine. It was too much—the rumours about the mafia, the threats from Max's surviving guys, the information about my mother. Suddenly, the massive, forbidding Levi estate walls felt like a prison.

When we finally escaped the stage and entered the private elevator, Julian slammed his hand against the wall. “What the hell was that?” He roared. “What she grow within it? You sounded like a fortune cookie! You were supposed to stay quiet and grateful!” “I’m not a puppet Julian! I said already broken down with tears flowing freely down my face. “I’m a human being! You can’t keep doing this to me.” “I bought everything!” He stepped closer , his chest heaving. I bought your family’s freedom! I bought your sister's safety! If I tell you to be a statue, you become marble!”

We have been friends since childhood, his family has been working in our mansion ever since I was a kid, I enjoyed his company and had begged my grandfather to allow him to play with me. He was the only one who knew the real me, more than my grandfather or the executives that work with me. He was the first to know that I was harassed at school in 4th grade. The other kid had bullied me because I was the richest kid in school, The heir to a multi-billion company. That should’ve scared them off right? But I was bullied because I was too ‘quiet’ After the incident, I became withdrawn. Alex often saw me cry in the basement, I felt weak and miserable.