Hidden Millionaire Never Forgive You Novels & Stories

“Offered me the inheritance. The empire. Said it’s mine by right.” I reached for his hand. What did you say baby ?? “No.” Simple, final,I don’t want his blood money.A wealth built on lies and the weakness of other people. Assets froze the next week—billions locked in legal limbo, companies dismantled, properties seized. The media feasted: “Tycoon’s Fall: From Penthouse to Prison.” Richard’s smirk vanished in the courtroom as the judge read the verdict: guilty on all counts. Conspiracy to murder. Fraud. Kidnapping. Life without parole.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" "I know what happened." His voice was cold now, the warmth I'd loved completely gone. "You have been doing this behind my back, you go to hotels with rich strangers, you fuck them, probably for money, and now you're trying to make up some story about not remembering because you got caught." "That's not what happened!"

Abigail snapped, laughter ringing hollow. Annabelle’s jaw tightened; she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of fear. “You really think you’ll walk away with it all? Think the police or Barton will just shrug and let you burn a house and vanish?” Samuel laughed, a dry, hollow sound that filled the room. “Let them try. When the smoke clears, everything that belonged to you will be mine. That damn old man Zoe Parker hid wealth all over the place—never trusted me, kept it under lock and key. Funny thing is, patience pays. Now it’s mine. Ha—ha—ha.” He stabbed a finger toward the ceiling as if punctuating the future. “I’ll be richer than that Barton brat and untouchable.”

It was safer and attracted less noise. “Are you enjoying the view?” Megan asked happily, and Amelia nodded, flashing her a smile. “The view is really beautiful, Megan, and the people here seem really rich.” “Wealthy,” Megan corrected, passing her a drink. “You know, Maximo is a full-time Zillionaire, and for the time being, he is the only recorded Zillionaire. He is not after our family’s wealth. The welcome party is just to welcome him back because my father had always wanted that, and to also announce him as the upcoming mafia Lord.”

Have you forgotten you killed all those men you used in killing your best friend* It was at that moment that I remembered, I actually killed them in order to bury my secret forever, if it's not them then who could it be? “What do you want, just tell me what you fucking want from me and I'll do it” *Good, now we are talking business, I need five hundred thousand dollars, send it before the day ends or watch me forward this video to your husband* “Huh…..! Five hundred what? Where the hell do you expect me to get such an amount of money from?” *I don't care, you have a millionaire husband, a lot of assets you can sell, it's either you do the needful or watch me destroy everything you've built a

Friedrich Calanmic, another one of Papa’s oldest friends, as everyone around him exchanged open murmurs of great relief and joy. ‘We thought you had finally lost it when you recommended that Virtus kid—,’ remarked the widow and multi-millionaire Mrs.Blightman. ‘He’s still a kid, you know,’ laughed another voice. ‘Regardless the talent.’ ‘We’re glad to know that everything’s back to where it was, Mr. Chairman!’ bellowed the billionaire. Then, he turned to me, the corners of his mouth lifted in a tiny smirk. ‘Forgiveness is easy,’ he said, holding my gaze. ‘But forgetfulness must be earned. I hope you’ll do a good job assisting your father. The casino MUST happen.’

“H-Huh? Surprised? Impossible! I’m not surprised at all. I’m just quite amazed. Your question is quite weighty too for the poor. Usually, the poor people will only praise without wanting to know how rich people like me get money.” Adrian just chuckled. “We have to learn from people’s experiences. I don’t feel ashamed at all. Besides, you are a great person. Your experience must be amazing. So, what are you doing to get this forgiveness of wealth?” Mia cleared her throat. “That… um.” Mia is still confused about to answer. She couldn’t possibly tell Adrian that she got all this money because she managed to con a nobleman. Also, the result of deceiving her apartment’s mate, who is none other th

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

It was perfect, hismen had not really hurt me, but the jolting of the container had done enough damage to make it look like I had been beaten up. Looking straight into the camera, I spoke with dignity and calm, using all my training as Colonel-in-Chief of the Elite Tactical Forces. 'This is all down to Killian O'Hara, President of the Oasis Blues MC Club. Last night, at a Charity Auction, he 'purchased my fiancée and me for a twenty-four-hour event we had agreed to attend. He paid half a million dollars for our services, but he had no intention of honouring the charity. The man is totally obsessed with his ex-wife, who is now my fiancée. She has made it clear that she wants nothing to do wit

I pull out a card to pay and her jaw dropped. “Wait—since when do you have a black card?” I flashed her a grin, flipping it in my hands. “Oh, did I say I was paying? Technically, yes I am paying. Just… not with my money.” At this her grin widens. Swipe. A few million dollars evaporated into designer bliss. My friend’s eyes nearly popped out. “You’re insane!” she whispered, still clutching a velvet clutch. “Absolutely insane!” “Do you think I care?” I said, grinning like a cat.