Falling For My Dying Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

What if someone was recording me? And worst of all—why was he here? This was just a one-night stand. He was a billionaire. He had no reason to be in my life. "I have a deal for you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. My heart skipped a beat. "What kind of deal?" I asked, barely breathing. He leaned forward, his sharp, calculating eyes locked on mine. "I know you're trending all over social media. Your life is falling apart. Your father’s company is collapsing. You were betrayed in the worst way possible," he said smoothly, each word cutting into my soul. "I can help you."

My stomach flipped like it had eaten rocks instead of rice. “I…” I swallowed, staring at the screen. “I’m going to die.” Wyatt placed a careful hand on my back. “It’s not that bad—” “It’s worse!” I hissed. “That man is a billionaire. And now I look like a gold-digger and a drunk lunatic. He’s probably going to blacklist me in every company.” Eleanor leaned back in her chair, completely unbothered. “On the bright side, he’s ridiculously hot.”

“I always knew Domnic wasn’t my dad—shit, he made it so easy to neglect me. My whole life’s been a goddamn lie.” I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then I glanced at the file again, and a tiny smile crept onto my face. As a teenager, I’d dreamed of owning a modeling agency, but I gave up on it, thinking I’d never have the cash. So I faked loving interior and exterior design, figuring it was an easier start. “Life’s got some fucked-up twists,” I muttered, almost laughing. I read the file again. “So, I’m a billionaire now? A straight-up instant billionaire?”

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

“And how’s that working out for you?” I stayed silent, suddenly fascinated by a rack of sequined tops. She let out a dramatic sigh. “I swear, you attract complications like Fallon attracts socks with holes. Do you know how many pairs I’ve thrown out this month?” Her joke made me laugh, but it didn’t drown the truth. My silence was answer enough. As we made our way to the counter, Yvonne looped her arm through mine. “Look, I get it. He’s magnetic in that whole tortured-billionaire way. But Viv, don’t lose yourself in someone else’s storm. You’ve already rebuilt once.”

He pulled out his phone and gave it to me. "I'm sorry." I read the headline and dropped the phone. It fell to the ground. "THE FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE AND CEO ARES VINCENZO DIED IN A PLANE CRASH LAST NIGHT."

He reached out, his gloved hand tilting her face up to his. "This is it, Elena," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to fill the elevator. "Once we step out of these doors, the billionaire is officially dead. There’s no going back to the silk and the wine. The world is going to see the monster Silas says I am. They’re going to see the Vulture."

he said, his deep voice sweeping through the quiet room. My throat tightened. “It was an accident. I’m sorry, I—” “Accidents still carry a price.” His dark eyes held mine without mercy. “Twenty-five thousand dollars.” The number hit me like a punch to the gut. I had nothing left. No savings, no home, no future. Alex had made sure of that, stripping me bare before tossing me aside like yesterday’s trash. “I-I don’t have that kind of money,” I whispered, my voice barely staying steady.

Six months and two million dollars and my family's debts gone and then I walk away with more money than I had ever seen in my life. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my arms around this cold, blunt, unfairly handsome stranger and scream because this morning I had been standing in a bridal suite in a lilac dress I hated crying about a life I was losing and now— I raised my head to look at him. He was looking at his phone, completely unbothered. The kind of man who had just arranged someone's entire life over a fifteen-minute car ride and found it mildly administrative. Six months, I thought. Six months and then two million dollars and freedom. He has absolutely no idea what he just signed

But before he could turn away, I mustered the courage to make a desperate request. "Barry, may I impose upon you for a favor?" I implored, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "Of course, anything, Talia. What do you need?" he responded, his eyes filled with genuine care. I took a deep breath, summoning my resolve. "Could you lend me some money? My mother requires urgent surgery, and we are without the means to afford it," I beseeched him, laying bare my deepest fears. Barry stood there, visibly taken aback. He had never seen me in such a vulnerable state. The weight of my request hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.