Falling For My Dying Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

“Eloise!” Lucy hurried to my side the moment Ophelia left. She grasped my arm and gently guided me back to the sofa. “Agnes! Get some water, quick!” I sat there in a daze, staring blankly into space. It still felt like I was in a nightmare. My life… they were trying to take it away from me again. Where on earth was I supposed to get that much money? I had some savings, but they would never reach one hundred million dollars.

Isabella grabbed the phone and dialled a number she knew would be more than willing to comply. "It's time," she said in a low but brutal voice. "Are you sure about this?" came a voice on the other end. Isabella's smile got bigger. "Of course. Maxwell has everything he wants right now, but it won't last long. I've already set the scene. It's his time to fall. She could sense the excitement of it—this would be the end of his well-built empire. He would never see it coming.

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

“ what better life can you offer this little girl Tris, “ Mr. Smith asked You know we can’t even afford to eat twice a day, when the opportunity came you should’ve allowed them take the girl away, when the give her a better life, then you can go and claim your child “ he added. Tris told him that she equally wanted to keep her child, just as they wanted to keep theirs. Mr. Smith told her she was thinking of herself and not the poor girl with dreams and aspirations. They ended their brief conversation there, and Mr. Smith went to bed. Kayla heard everything. She knew she had to make her mom proud, at the very least. So, day in and day out, she worked and studied hard to have a better future.

To secure the deal, she had drunk until her stomach bled. When the Taylor Group CEO's mother fell ill and was hospitalized, Louisa had stayed at the hospital for thirteen straight days, providing care until she finally secured the project. And now he was just handing it over to his little lover? She might be willing to let him go, but the career she'd built with her own hands—that was something she couldn't easily part with. George's expression darkened, but instead of answering immediately, he turned to Vivian. "Wait outside." "Why should I? You're the CEO of The Capulet Group—since when do you explain yourself to a secretary?" she complained.

“I'm asking you to be the daughter I always wished Victoria was.” Henry Bennett’s voice echoes in my head as I fasten the cuffs of my sleeves. I stare at myself in the vanity mirror, my fingers tracing the gold-embossed business card sitting on the counter. He told me he has less than a year. He is dying. A billionaire titan, surrounded by unparalleled luxury, yet completely and utterly alone.

He leaned down and murmured something in her ear, causing her to giggle. A sickening wave of nausea washed over me. I collapsed back onto the couch, my hands trembling. He was alive. He wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere. He hadn't been kidnapped. He hadn't met a tragic end. He was a billionaire. He was a king walking among mortals. And he was engaged to someone else. "How could you?" I whispered to the empty room, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and scalding my cheeks. "How could you do this to me, Ethan?"

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..