Novel & Cerita Kicked Out, She Came Back A Billionairess

“I would love for you to know what it means to go against the first trillionaire in the world. I might not have gotten the reinvestigation through to the office of the attorney general, but I would be glad to have you thrown out of the high-class neighbourhood your sugar daddy bought you, and back to the rat hole you crawled from.” She was about to fire back, because I could see the sheen of tears in her eyes, the redness in her cheeks and exposed chest, the way her eyebrow and lower right eye twitched, as did the side of her lip; but before she could say anything, Kirill turned to me with the same smile.

His sweet words last night were also part of his show. What a scheming man! But why her? When all she wanted was to have a peaceful life and she didn’t come back to Capital Z just to be played. No! She was not going to allow herself to be played with him and with them again. ‘F*ck those billionaires!’ Arabella could not help herself but curse them. How could they just play people just like that? Don’t they have morals left because they have lots of money? She hated Bill a lot. She hated him even more.

Alessia said, her voice already receding as she turned to Lucien, discussing a dinner reservation as if I were no longer in the room. As they dragged me toward the door, I looked back one last time. Lucien was leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and she, the woman who had never laughed in my presence for three years let out a soft, genuine smile. I was the one who had made her a billionaire’s wife. But he was the one who had made her a Queen. I was escorted into the bright, unforgiving light of the Chicago afternoon, standing on the sidewalk as a cold rain began to fall. My empire was gone. My child was gone.

"Forget a few million dollars. You wouldn't even be able to scrape together a few million dollars' worth in game money right now." At first, she didn't understand what I meant, not until she saw the news from the past few days. "No! That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Before she lost consciousness, she had still been the pampered heiress of the Castille family. But now, all of that had turned to smoke and ashes. She used to throw money around like dirt, but now, she was drowning in debt. The massive reversal of her situation shattered her mental defenses. She grabbed trash from the floor and shoved it into her mouth. Laughing and crying at the same time, she stumbled off into the dist

" Dalton's brows knitted together in disdain. "What's wrong with people at your company? I'm here to evaluate a business deal, not find myself a bed companion." Smirking, I spat out the cherry pit into the trash can before answering, "Now, now, the woman's got ambition. She's hoping to become Mrs. Billionaire Investor, of course. Her goal is to sleep her way into a marriage with you and to get half of your fortune. "So, Mr. Billionaire Investor, why don't you play along with me and put on a show for her?"

She remained unfazed at the attention she had drawn to herself and pretended not to hear the whispers. “Scarlett Ashbourne!” “-they got divorced!” “I thought she was dead-“ “Is it really her?” “My God! She came back!” Her tailored black suit hugged her silhouette perfectly to reveal an almost invisible waist. The wind teased strands of her polished black bob but even nature seemed to be at her mercy. A pair of oversized sun glasses concealed her eyes as she took slow, calculated steps. Her heels echoed down the aisle like war drums as her body guards followed closely behind her. Her expression was unreadable and her aura shouted-UNTOUCHABLE!

she says, "are you going to disappear?" That catches me. "No." "Promise?" "I signed away my family's estate in a parked car outside a bank because you asked me to. I'm not going anywhere." That lands hard enough that she looks away first. Good. I hate when she looks away first, but today I understand it. My phone buzzes. Megan's clean phone. One message.

“Our what?” “Our hero,” she repeated, stopping directly in front of me. She threw both arms into the air dramatically. “The woman of the hour. The legend. The consultant who marched into the boardroom, ignored every rule known to mankind, saved Rhodes Inc. from financial ruin, and somehow lived to tell the tale.” A laugh escaped me despite myself. “I think you’ve exaggerated one or two details.” “Oh?” She tilted her head. “Which part?” “The financial ruin.” She stared at me.

That morning, sunlight slipped through the gaps of the thick curtains in the Langford residence. Sarah stood in front of the large oak door, her hand hovering hesitantly over the brass knocker. It had been six years since she last set foot here. Six years since her family threw her out for marrying Ronan Vexler, a “common man” in their eyes, even though he was a billionaire. For the Langford family, noble blood was everything, and money without a title was nothing but cheap arrogance.

she answered with a smile as she attempted to enter, but I reached out and gently held her back. She expressed surprise, saying, "I thought you wouldn't be coming." "Why did you decide to drink so much all of a sudden?" I inquired. "I'm going to start exploring new things from now on," she declared as she gently turned the hand that I was holding her. “It's just not right. I lived my life differently from everyone else, all in hopes of being loved. And now, look at me – it was all for nothing. I'm going to speak my mind and do everything I want, and kill those who deserve it." she said.