Cage By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Zayn let out a low chuckled, "Don't worry Araceli, We'll be there with minutes to spare, just enough to keep them on their toes." Miguel chuckled, his amusement tinged with respect. "Mr. Vanderbilt always gets his way, doesn't he?" Zayn raised a nonchalant eyebrow. "Just prefer to keep things interesting, Miguel." I couldn't help but steal a glance at Zayn. There was a magnetism to him, an aura of power that belied his relaxed posture. He was a lion in a tailored suit, surveying his territory. The large doors of the "Finnmam's Enterprises" boadroom was swung open, revealing a room that spoke volumes about its owner's wealth. A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite

he explained, leaving me speechless. "You two know each other so well, I'm surprised you didn't marry her," I said sarcastically. He shook his head as if dealing with a teenager, and I realized I was acting immaturely. "Now you're nagging like a woman," he teased, which somehow calmed me down. So I confessed, "Cage is a gangster, Maxwell's associate. They're involved in drug trafficking. Remember the FBI agent I rescued two years ago?" "Yes," he responded with interest, prompting me to share more. "That was Maxwell's cartel, and I saw Cage there. Maybe he's changed now."

"You’ve just given eight million people a reason to tear each other apart. You’ve handed the keys of the kingdom to a lawless mob, Zara. By dawn, the very 'Variables' you love so much will be looting the infrastructure you just 'gave' them." "The people aren't the problem," I said, stepping away from Luciano’s protective hold. I walked toward the old man, the ceramic blade still gripped tightly in my white-knuckled fist. "You are. You and the 'Design' that told them they weren't allowed to own their own lives. You built the cage, and you're angry we shattered the lock." "Don! We have to move right now!" Cassian shouted from the doorway, his voice cracking with urgency.

“Seventy thousand.” “One hundred thousand.” My brows scrunched as I tried to sit up. Pain shot through my body and I winced, gripping the bars in front of me. Bars. My heart skipped. I forced my eyes open wider until my vision cleared just enough to understand what I was seeing. A cage… I was in a cage. And I wasn’t alone. People stood around me. Men and women dressed perfectly, like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Their eyes were fixed on me, watching like I was something on display.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

He dragged himself upright, his face twisting in agony as the satin slid off his skin. He stood. Swaying. Sweating. He looked Lysander in the eye. "You have money," Cale said. "You have paper. But you do not have leverage." "I have the deed," Lysander said. "You have a piece of paper," Cale said. "Elion has the story." "What story?" "The story of a billionaire who evicted a dying man and his partner from a sanctuary," Cale said. "The press is already watching. Do you want to be the villain of the week? Or the villain of the decade?"

“Sit.” Cage sat without question. “What could even be your reason for causing so much chaos in the middle of the night?” “Remember Kesley?” Cage nodded. “Her son isn't Harrison's and now I'm looking for the real father.” Cage almost choked on his spit. “What?” “Shh! That's not even the best part. I found him! He's a failed drug dealer and I have a plan to capture him, but I'm going to need muscle, not just brains.”

Across the dimly lit room, Damon sat in the dark, his dark eyes fixed on me like a silent predator guarding a golden cage. I was officially married to the most powerful billionaire in the city. But as I closed my eyes in the quiet ward, I didn't feel safe. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in a gilded cage, waiting for the truth about his past to swallow me whole.

Gage looked embarrassed by his admission. "Like what Gage?" This shit is fucked I'm surrounded by crazy fuck people. "We silvered them." "You what?" "We tranqued them with some shit that's supposed to combat whatever the fuck they're on. The cuffs and chains are pure silver." I just looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language.

Haider found himself engaged in a serious discussion with two distinguished individuals: Richard Sterling, the US biggest billionaire , known for his remarkable empire, and General Robert Anderson, a high-ranking government officer. Their conversation centered around a potential collaboration between Haider and Sterling Industries, an opportunity that had caught the attention of both parties. Haider, known for his aversion to distractions, was initially annoyed at being pulled away from the wedding festivities by Peter, the groom, who insisted on having a private word. "Peter, I'm really not interested in entertaining distractions right now," Haider grumbled, his frustration evident. However