Hidden Millionaire Never Forgive You Novels & Stories

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

The man I could imagine spending my life with. He had shamed me in front of everyone. I stared at my uneaten food, holding back the tears. I had promised myself so long ago that I would never cry in public, never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. Least of all Evangeline. The rest of dinner passed. I remember nothing of what was said, who laughed, and how the speeches for the good of the charity ended. All I cared about was to hold on, to hang on until I could get up from the table and not have to bow down.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

the millionaire admitted, embarrassed. "Yes, give me a million dollars, and I'll forgive you," he joked and then shook his head. "Just kidding, as long as you treat my girl well, I forgive you." "Deal," they shook hands and sealed their forgiveness. Arya couldn't believe the drama Robin had just put on, but to her, it was normal. That was him; it was his natural state when he wasn't working.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

She doesn't want to buy anymore because Zeus carries too many designer bags, and she's also embarrassed because Zeus pays for all of them. "Zeus, my foot hurts," she complained with a frown. "I don't want to walk anymore. Let's go home. " Zeus smiled at her. "One last store." His snout grew longer. "Fine." She frowned as they entered a jewelry shop. What he knows is that the owner of the store is a Filipino American. His name is Clark Calvin Seville. He found out about it because the young man was featured in a famous magazine. He was a billionaire at the age of 25. No girlfriend and only flings.

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know. I pulled out the phone and called him; he answered on the second ring. “Yes, princess?” “Before I open that folder. Answer this question. Are you a millionaire or billionaire?” “Why? Do you need a large amount of money?” he asked “No. If I open that folder and see anything like that, then you don’t need to come here tomorrow. I can and will give you a chance if you’re a normal person, Zane. People with wealth. I stay away from them. Because they are all liars, deceitful, unforgiving, and ruthless people.” He was silent.

On the back, in perfect handwriting, were four words: She still owes me. Sophia’s breath hitched behind me. I turned slowly. Her face had gone completely white. “You know this,” I said softly. She nodded once, tears falling down her face. “Yes.” My chest constricted in agony. “Is it the same person?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because in that moment, I realized the twist I didn’t want to face— This wasn’t just about the past. It wasn’t about revenge.