Dumped, Then Claimed By A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I stated while crossing my arms. Chloe smiled that careless smile I had grown to resent and set her bags down on the marble floor. "I can't help it," she replied while pulling tissue paper out of one of the bags. "You know, being a billionaire CEO's wi..." "What billionaire?" I cut her off sharply, stepping toward her. "The same company, Hunt Enterprises, that you and I both know is about to collapse? Have you seen the news? Have you seen that Dorian's company is topping the market while you're here spending the little we have left?"

"It feels honest. I spent half my life believing that if I couldn't count it, it didn't exist. I’m realizing now that the most valuable assets we own have never been on a balance sheet." Dante sat across from me, his presence a warm, solid anchor in the morning air. He didn't reach for a phone or a briefing. He just watched the city. Below us, Manhattan was waking up in shades of indigo and violet. The "Living Murals" pulsed with a soft, bioluminescent emerald, the colour of the "Vance Algorithm." They weren't just art anymore; they were the decentralized vault of our entire legacy. We had moved the money into the light, and the banks were still scratching at the shadows.

​We did it, I corrected. ​He didn't care about the board or the cameras or the millions of dollars currently evaporating as the merger collapsed. He pulled me into his arms, his grip so tight I could barely breathe. I buried my face in his chest, the smell of woodsmoke and rain finally replacing the scent of the hospital and the ink. ​The "Billionaire’s Debt-Bride" was a headline the world would forget by tomorrow. But as Damian held me in the middle of his crumbling empire, I knew that the story we were writing together was just beginning.

It was a dance of chaos, and she was the only one who heard the music. With a final, decisive tap, the brute-force program finished. A green ACCESS GRANTED flashed. She isolated a file, a hidden ledger of off-world slush funds, and copied it. On a third screen, she triggered a pre-programmed series of anonymous data dumps to several major news syndicates and the Inter-Sector Ethics Commission. On a fourth, she watched as 750,000 credits were broken into fractal pieces, bounced through a hundred shell corporations across a dozen worlds, and reassembled, pristine and untraceable, in an account that belonged to a philanthropic fund for displaced colonists. The magnate would wake up tomorrow to

But the noise from the TV caught her attention as she heard the name of the same man who had left her in this terrible condition. “CEO of Carter Textiles Ltd, Edward Carter is back with his ex-fiancée who seems to be pregnant,” the news broadcaster said, smiling excitedly. “It is said that they will be getting married soon.” A picture of Edward in an intimate position with a pregnant brunette came up on the TV. The presenter had explained that the picture had been shot at a social event where the billionaire had claimed that the woman who had been his date, Natasha Wills, was his soon-to-be wife and that they were expecting their first child.

Before they could even react, every single one of them was subdued. Refusing to believe his eyes, Daniel rushed to explain, "Don't let them fool you! I'm the CEO of Hayes Group. They're trying to steal my assets. If someone's getting arrested, it should be them!" I let out a mocking laugh. "Without me, you'd be nothing." Just then, one of the vagrants recognized Dad and screamed at the top of his lungs, "I've seen him on financial news! He's on The World's Billionaires!"

" I refreshed the banking app right in front of them. My parents collapsed when they saw that. "It's real! It's really real! There's really 100 million dollars! It's ours! You'll transfer it to us, right?" Mom stared at me with desperate hope in her eyes. "You're my sweetest daughter—you always have been. You won't let me down, right?" I let out a cold laugh. "Spare me. Didn't you already announce to the whole world that you cut ties with me? We have nothing to do with each other now!"

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa