Dumped, Then Claimed By A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Both of them radiating fury. "How bad?" Adrian asked immediately. Sasha held up his phone. "It's everywhere. Every outlet. Every platform. Someone leaked the whole story." "Show me." He handed him the phone. Adrian's face drained of color as he read. Then he passed it to me. I didn't want to look. Made myself anyway. BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN EMPORIO'S SECRET LOVE CHILD SCANDAL Twin Sons Kidnapped in Brutal California Home Invasion

My phone buzzed suddenly in my hand. An incoming Call. Restricted Number. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I stared at the screen. Then I answered almost immediately, “H—Hello?” I answered, my voice coming out numb. “If you don’t want her to die,” a distorted, mechanical voice hissed into my ear, “Prepare one hundred billion dollars. No police.” My knees weakened, the strength leaving my legs as if I’d been hamstrung. I slumped against the altar, clutching the wood for support.

“What? Are you serious? Fifteen rooms for one man and a little girl? That’s madness! Does he have a room just for his socks? Or a room for his thoughts? Wait, does he have a room where he keeps his money? Like, stacks of cash just sitting there?” "Geez, Maya, relax!" Grace chirped in. "He is a billionaire. What do you expect? He probably has a room just for his shoes. “Oh, my God!” Maya said, dramatically clutching her chest. “Ley, you hit the jackpot. This is the dream. You’re living in a mansion while we’re here arguing with the landlord over a leaking roof. You should adopt me. I can be the fun auntie who teaches Ava how to twerk.”

"Is it the video? The one from the study?" "No, that’s too big to start with. We’re boiling the frog, remember?" Roman’s fingers danced across the screen, pulling up a secondary browser. "This is just the Northcrest ledger. A small British tabloid just published a snippet under the headline: The Billionaire’s Ghost: Did Marcus Reed Pay to Bury a Scandal? It doesn't mention us yet. It just mentions a million-dollar transfer to a 'distressed party' that doesn't exist on any tax record."

“You really mean it.” “I do.” I swallowed hard, pressing my cheek against his tiny head. “I have the money, Mom. Two million. Enough to start over. Enough to keep him safe. I don’t care if I have nothing else. He’s all I need.” Isa was quiet for a long moment. Then she exhaled, resigned. “Where?” I closed my eyes, picturing the map in my head, somewhere distant, faceless, untouched. “Montana.” Her brows shot up. “Montana?”

She said, her gaze laced with concern. “I will be okay, Maggie” I told her, then dashed out. Checking around convenience stores, I was able to go back to Maggie with a burner laptop. I inserted the flash. Accounts popped up. Stocks, assets, and everything Elda mentioned earlier. “These……they are all mine” I was stunned, my voice low. A billionaire I was just realizing that I was. I could see Maggie gulp. "With this, we can finally be able to hide ourselves, Maggie” I spoke, my voice cheerful.

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

"The algorithm... it’s draining the counter-party account to cover the margin. It’s draining Cain’s liquidity pool." "We aren't just buying back the company," Jack said, leaning back, exhausted but triumphant. "We are looting his war chest." "Fifty million... two hundred million... Boss, we just crossed a billion," Ben laughed, a hysterical, high-pitched sound. "We have money! We’re rich again!" "Not for long," Jack said. "Move it. All of it. Before he cuts the connection." "Where to?" "Hailey," Jack turned to the hacker. "You said you found something local?"

The clock struck midnight. A low, melodic chime echoed through the building. The digital displays on the walls—the ones tracking the Reed-Hawke stock—suddenly flatlined. The trillions of dollars in assets, the land deeds, the patents—they all began to dissolve into a public charitable trust, exactly as the founders had intended a century ago. The "Billionaire" was gone. The "Bride" was gone. Julian Reed fell to his knees, the remote slipping from his fingers. He stared at the blank screens, his empire vanishing into lines of code. He was nothing.

James's lie was almost convincing, but Bella's raised eyebrow revealed her skepticism. "Please take note, my Lord. Mr. William claims that his client, Mr. Lucas only recently discovered he was a dual citizen but had previously exploited Chinese law to avoid going to jail." Bella's words settled heavily in the room. A hush fell over the courtroom as her statement left everyone pondering the absurdity of James' defense.