Dumped, Then Claimed By A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

If the company went under, she'd be left holding the bag. No wonder she demanded a billion from Stella. Stella curled her lips coldly. Dahlia too deserved to experience betrayal from her loved ones. During afternoon tea, when Dahlia called to pester her, Stella transferred another ten million. Then, she made a call to Vermont Snyder, saying with a smile, "Vermont, let's hit up an underground casino." Frowning, he replied, "What underground casino? I have no idea what you’re talking about." Stella explained, "Keegan said part of your startup capital came from the casino. He claims you've never lost a roll of the dice."

He pauses, then adds, “Motherfucker.” Epicurus smiles tightly. “Fine. What a waste. At least my house will become more valuable after today… since there will never be another Grant Carlson design ever again.” Epicurus raises his hand and flicks a finger. From off screen, a forklift drives up, loaded with foot-tall blocks of what appear to be shrink-wrapped stacks of hundred dollar bills. “Jesus,” Mailin gasps. “What?” I ask. “Each one of those blocks? A million dollars. Cash.”

"That doesn't count! That was a scam!" Caroline looked at her nails and said, "It's not that hard for me to ask for the jewelry store's surveillance footage. "Let's see what everyone says when I share it with the public. Will they say that you're untrustworthy? Or call you a nouveau riche? What if they say that you don't deserve to be the eldest daughter of the Collins family?" "Caroline, you've gone overboard! What do you want?" Caroline glanced at the book and stated, "What I want is pretty simple. All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars."

he asked, his voice filled with empathy. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "I don't have my money... it's been stolen!" I exclaimed, feeling a wave of despair wash over me. Cade's expression turned grim. "What?!" I felt the tears begin to pour again as I revealed the rest of my troubles. "And to top it all, Dad has been taken by a loan shark... and if I don't pay them their money, they'll kill him!" I felt like I was drowning in my problems, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water. "What am I going to do? What should I do?" I asked, feeling helpless and desperate.

“FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQUERED TWO GIGANTS.” My jaw tightened. I hated to see my name next to Jin’s. The article didn’t say our names directly, but the pictures and information were enough to deduce who they were talking about. I’m sure they left out our names to avoid a huge lawsuit, not that it will help them. They left Emily’s name, and that was enough to make me angry and want to squash them like the ants they were. They made Emily look like a trophy; she wasn’t one. She…

She tried to sift through the jagged pieces of a very fucked up puzzle and not lose her shit any further. She’d wanted the truth. Had been after it since she knew the billionaire had been hiding something. And it was a whooper of secret as well. The God’s of the city, who saved millions with their supplies carted across a broken, dangerous country, couldn’t save them fucking selves. Not even with all the money in the world at their fingertips, rubbing elbows with the CEO of the LEDA pharmaceutical Corporation, they were both fucked regardless. Money couldn’t solve all their problems after all.

I opened my browser and typed in the site’s name, more to prove him wrong than anything else. The page loaded. And my stomach dropped. The first thing I saw—front and center, bold and unavoidable—was my face. Me, standing at the aquarium. Alex on my shoulders. His small hand pointing excitedly at something out of frame. A shark. The headline blurred for a second before my brain caught up. Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? “Fuck,” I breathed.