Hidden Millionaire Never Forgive You Novels & Stories

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen It was a front, I'm definitely sure about it. McQueen was siphoning off money, using the funds to finance his scheme against me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just about revenge, it was about crippling everything I had built, piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

“What more could you possibly need?” “You,” he answered without hesitation. Alexander stepped closer to the screen. “You already failed. My wife is not yours to command.” The man chuckled. “You misunderstand. This is not a command. It is an invitation.” “To what?” Isabella asked. “To finish what your father started,” the man said. “To open the vault. To expose the truth. Or to bury it forever.” Isabella’s pulse raced. “What vault?” The man’s smile deepened. “Ah. So he never told you.”

How she itched to slap that smug look off her face. “Three years ago your grandmother developed acute kidney failure, needing a transplant. You mortgaged all your houses to pay those medical fees, so broke your family was destitute. Then you started leeching off Reginald. After a few years of comfort have you forgotten your lowly origins? Nothing but a country bumpkin clawing her way out of poverty. No matter how high you climb, you can't change your base depravity!” Chloe shoved the cheque forward in disgust. “Drop the haughty act and go buy yourself some class!”

Melissa got the benefit of height which made the situation worse for the old woman also known as her secretary. "I don't care what you do and how you do that. Just remember, HE is sitting out there waiting for the show to start and hit the spotlight as usual. Not only HE is the sponsor of this show but the love of my life. If I see disappointment in HIS eyes because of you, remember it will be the last day of you working in your life. I don't care if you and your family have to die and rot on the road! Don't let me start with what HE is going to do to you after HE knows that it is all your fault!" Melissa spat at the poor secretary and walked away from there after giving the poor woman one l

Kiandra continued to dig up her mother’s dirty secret. “How much do you want?” May quickly asked, as she knew she was cornered. “Ten thousand dollars,” Kiandra answered. “Are you crazy? Where do you expect me to see ten thousand dollars?” May asked Kiandra in disbelief. “From the eleven thousand dollars you won two days ago at the casino,” Kiandra answered. “Oh, come on, mom, you didn’t think I wouldn’t find out. And besides, I’m not as evil as you, as I’m leaving you with one thousand dollars.”

Seher said and Kriya was listening to her calmly. "Do you feel he was truly regretting and ashamed of his actions?" Seher asked and she nodded without a second thought. Because she saw in his eyes he was regretting. And it was true Rohan was guilty of himself and wanted to apologize to her but she was not giving him any chance to ask for forgiveness and ignored him as much as she could. "If you feel like he was guilty then try to forgive him and give him one last chance. But if you don't want to, then you can cancel this marriage. I am with you" Seher said and patted her head and left her room.

“Considering what happened, I understand why you went through such lengths to protect yours and Clay’s privacy, but why did you continue to lie to me about it? Did you think I would expose you?” “No, but . . . since Marlena married me for my money . . . I didn’t want to make that mistake again. Hell, I didn’t even have the guts to date anyone for seven years until I met you. I—I kept the truth from you until I was sure that you weren’t . . .” “A fortune hunter,” she completed for him. “Is that the impression you got from me when you first met me?” “No, but I didn’t get that impression from Marlena either.”

he asked me, while I could see fear visible in his eyes. A fat woman came in front of him and said, “Lewis, he was the one who made trouble for us. His girlfriend taught our daughter wrong. You should make him believe and do what you can to have her arrested. She needs to learn a good lesson today,” she said to him. But to her surprise, he said, “What is your problem? Mr. Devon is the richest billionaire. Speak carefully, otherwise, it won’t end well.” He has sat down on his knees and started pleading in front of me. “Mr. Devon, please forgive her; she won’t do it again. Please.”

“Yeah, in private. In this passage. We have to tiptoe for it. Listen, if you’re not proud of me, if you’re ashamed of me, why don’t you just climb back up your high stool and sit there with people of your class. I can’t be seen standing with someone who undermines my worth. Yeah, even the so-called lower class has pride. Goodbye, Dion.” ……………………end of flashback…………………. “It can never work, Sam. And who does he think he is? Put money in his pocket, and all of a sudden; he’s become too good for me.” “Speaking of money, where do you take your money to? By now, you should have bought a car, or started building a house.” “Oh, Sam, there is a lot I still need to tell you. Debts will do for now. I h