Novel & Cerita Hidden Millionaire Never Forgive You

"No, wait! Is she for real? Is she out of her mind? What's wrong with her?" "15 million dollars! Literally all going up in smoke!" "Is this what rich people are up to these days? This is really frightening." I stood in the middle of the road, watching the raging fire and feeling absolutely no regret in my heart. Instead, I felt immense satisfaction. This mansion was nothing to grieve over, compared to the betrayal and framing by my fiance, Nigel Taylor, and my best friend, Olivia Williams, in my past life, where they painted me as the scapegoat and eventually caused the destruction of my family.

"They told you that? I spent months looking for you! I thought you hated me. I thought you took the money and ran." Valeriana gasped. "What money? I never took a cent!" The realization hit them both at once. They had been played by Silas Vane from the very start. The old man had built a wall of lies between them, and they had both believed it. "He’s going to pay for that," Logan whispered, his voice dark with a promise of revenge. They got out of the car and took a private elevator straight to the top floor. The penthouse was huge, filled with white furniture and glass walls that showed the whole city. It felt cold, like a museum.

Miller and I share a confused glance as we watch our victims husband take a stand and leave the interrogation room without so much as another word after refusing to help his possible co-accomplice. “What the hell was that?” Miller asks slowly in utter disbelief. “I think he came in looking for leverage to use against her.” I say as I turn to look at the window of Blaire’s interrogation room. “And we just have it to him..” miller said flatly. “The question is why a man with so much money - who could easily buy an effortless amount of resources would ever stoop to low as to look for leverage here?” He’s a millionaire and this woman came from poverty with hatred for a soul.

Not until I make sure he loses everything he has and crawls before me for my mercy, I will never forgive him! And even after bringing him down to ashes, I will still make sure that he never love any woman in his life. I will never allow him to love someone. Just like he made me have a bad side for LOVE, I will make sure that LOVE becomes a poison to him. My mission is half completed. Once it is completed, I will reveal my identity to the whole world and make them realise that I am the hidden Trillionaire boss of WASTON Group who made their lives miserable!

Rather than accept, the man narrows his eyes, and I know he’s one of those rich entitled assholes who thinks he’s supposed to have anything in the world. “$100,000” he says smugly, and everyone gasps. A few years ago, I would have gasped too. Now, I only narrow my eyes back. That's the problem with having such an open invite, I wasn't able to sift out the prideful millionaires. “Sir, I said-” A deep voice rises at the back, “I’ll give you 1 million for it.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. I know that voice, more than I know my own soul.

"You gave them back their lives. That’s not a theft. That’s a gift that costs more than any fortune." Julian let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension of a decade of hidden guilt finally beginning to soften. He leaned into her, the smell of woodsmoke and dried lavender on her skin acting as his only anchor. In the darkness of the ruined library, the "Billionaire" finally forgave the "Man." The Test of the Road

Quietly. A small theft, but maybe the most important one of my life. I unfold the sheet now, tracing the columns with my finger. Some names I know; some I don’t. Then my gaze lands on one figure, one number so high it almost looks misprinted. $18.7 million. Whoever owes that much isn’t just in trouble; they’re practically begging for an exit. And maybe I can offer one. So I could get Mikhail's weak point in return. If only I could find them.

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

Just a void. And then last week, out of nowhere, he appeared on every newsstand in Manchester, England. Only now he wasn’t Mason Fabian, the man I had once kissed under flickering streetlamps and shared ramen with on stormy nights. He was Caspian Clarence, tech tycoon, media darling, billionaire, but I knew better. I stepped forward, crossing the street like a woman walking toward her fate. The magazine trembled in my hand, but my spine stayed straight.