Dumped, Then Claimed By A Billionaire Novels & Stories

asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.

"Prepare the data dump. When I give the signal, you will broadcast Vane's ledgers to every major news outlet, financial regulator, and sovereign wealth fund in Europe. I want his stock to hit absolute zero before he even finishes his morning coffee." I leaned back against the plush leather, my heart beating with a slow, heavy, triumphant rhythm. Lyle had thrown me away because he thought I was a disposable asset. He was about to discover that the woman he had discarded hadn't just survived the dark – she had become the absolute Queen of it.

"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.

”—tributes are already pouring in from across the business world tonight as New York mourns—” I looked up slowly. The chyron moved across the bottom of the screen in large block letters, unhurried, indifferent to what it was doing to every person who read it. A BAD DAY IN THE WORLD. A BAD DAY FOR NEW YORK. THE HERO HAS FALLEN. THE MIGHTY MAN FELL. BILLIONAIRE CHRISTIAN REED CONFIRMED DEAD FOLLOWING CAR ACCIDENT. My head snapped toward the screen. The gauze fell out of my hands. No. The word formed and dissolved and formed again, useless, not a real word anymore, just a sound my brain kept making on a loop.

Honestly, she knew nothing about it. [That's right, Mrs. Wilson. Retro is on the verge of bankruptcy now. For the past few months, Jason has been stealing large amounts of company money. Some data even shows that the money was spent at luxury jewelry stores, luxury boutiques, luxury restaurants, and there is also data on the purchase of a Lamborghini. This is truly a fitting end to your ex-husband's life. Congratulations, Mrs. Wilson. Finally, those who wronged you got their karma.] “Thank you so much, Victoria,” said Alena, before hanging up the phone.

I made more tea and let it go cold, then pulled up the second thing I'd been avoiding. The bounty. It lived on a board I had never gone near. It was a private network, three layers deep, and a man in Jack's address book had sent me the key with a message that read only, *Be careful. It's gotten big.* I logged in under a throwaway handle and let the page load. Big was a small word. The listing sat at the top, pinned, glowing like a wound. **ONE BILLION USD.** Under it, a thread of comments that ran longer than anything I'd ever seen on one of these boards. Hundreds of replies. Thousands of views.

"Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost." San told him as she just discovered while gossiping with the nurses. "I know." He added and felt San becoming stiff. "You...." She was stunned. Did she make a mistake in accepting him while Gael smirked. "How you think I reached at this point?" "You...are really..... doing this." She blinked slowly trying to figure out how to deal with this. One man she thought was different and alas he was a bad apple too.

My brain, my thoughts, and the need to be alive to remind everyone that there was still someone out there in need of help. After the accident, I started to attract more attention than I would like. Not only were the police interested in the mysterious case of an attempted murder followed by kidnapping, but also the media. I was not only the billionaire stamped on the covers of gossip magazines, I was also the person the police contacted daily about complaints about possible appearances of women similar to Rebecca.

It was beautiful and peaceful. * * * * * * We planned on going to the zoo as Sasha wanted so I was dressing in a floral flowing orange gown when the news came on. My hands froze and I screamed out. "Landon! You need to see this." "Breaking news! A billionaire in the United States is wanted by the Government for an open investigation that was launched this afternoon," a handsome news anchor presented. "It has been gathered that he might not be human after all. To prove this point, there are pictures and videos making rounds of him killing and drinking blood. This allegation was once presented by a former employee of his who was aided by the billionaire's head of legall. Both men went missing

"No, Grimes, I can't get enough. And, by the way, I'll be very clear: I'll only tell you everything that happened, everything, when you pay for it." I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Pay for it? What do you want, Alessia?" She smiled mischievously, as if she already knew the answer. "What do I want? Well, it's nothing you can't afford. One hundred thousand dollars." She paused, watching my reaction. "That's right. You're a billionaire CEO, right? You won't care about a sum like that, will you?" I stood still, staring at her with hatred and disbelief. "One hundred thousand dollars?" I repeated, my voice tense. "You destroyed my life for... for five thousand dollars. Now you want a hundred thousa