Cage By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He stated authoritatively, leaning back in the chair comfortably. “But…But I don't want to sell my Hotel, Mr Hemsworth,” Carmine stuttered, this Hotel was his bread and butter and he had no plans of selling it anytime soon. But he was also scared for his life, the man sitting in front of him was not only a billionaire businessman. No, He holds another identity. There were dark rumours about him, rumours that everyone in their world knew were facts. Under the expensive tailor-made suit hides the brutal lethal Mafia head who ruled the crime world of Italy with an iron fist. The man who had risen from the streets was now the owner of a multi-billion empire both legal and illegal.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

SCARLETT : Harrison Cage turned a deaf ear to all my excuses, and we ended up staying at his place. His lifestyle was no different from any other person of high ranking. His place was just a simple-looking apartment, yet everything about it screamed luxuriously. The neatly white-painted walls had exquisite art on everything, and the sofas were too soft and plush not to cost a fortune. It had a mini bar with a shelf of glass souvenirs next to it.

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

“We’ve got a job to do and it’s a big one. Someone paid good money for this woman. Really really good money.So don’t make this complicated.” Good money? So they are really specifically targeting her? What the hell do they need from her? The man in black didn’t react. “Walk away,” he repeated. The first attacker clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed now. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t some random grab. I said our master paid a huge amount for her. You think we’re just going to back off because you showed up?” The second one added, “You look like you understand how things work. So let’s not waste time here. We can cut you in.”

She was a bird in a cage, and the bars were made of $100 Billion. The "bet" had just turned into a trap. And for the first time, Ava wasn't sure if she wanted to win.

CAGERS BAR glowed electric blue against the far wall. LIVE BY LOYALTY. FIGHT WITHOUT FEAR. DIE FOR FAMILY. Not exactly the kind of place my mother would have approved of me applying for a job. But rent didn’t care about approval…neither did overdue bills. Another crack echoed through the door, followed by cheering. With a bravery I didn’t feel, I shoved the door open, and stepped into the unknown.