Kylie's Billionaire Rescue Novels & Stories

She drew closer and shouted at her. Bethany seized the opportunity to grab Penelope’s hands and held it tightly as she snuffed herself with the pillow. Penelope frowned. She wanted to ask what the hell she was doing when a louder and deeper voice boomed behind her and beat her to it. “What the hell are you doing?” Killian yelled and rushed over to them. He pushed Penelope aside, chucking the pillow to a corner and checked up on Bethany whose eyes were shut. She feigned releasing her breath and spoke shakily, “K-Killian. T-thank God you arrived in time to save me.” Tears slipped down her eyes as Bethany held tightly on Killian’s dress suit.

With my shoes still off, I hobbled back to the fallen tree and sat down again. "Looks like all we can do is wait," I muttered. We played a few more rounds of twenty questions before the rescue vehicle pulled up. In the back, they had food, water, and electric blankets. "Oh, thank you so much!" I gushed, wrapping myself in one of the electric blankets. I started guzzling water and stuffing my face with the snacks they'd brought. "Would you like to go back to the resort, Mr. Carter?" the driver asked. "Take us to the villa, please," Luke instructed.

"Kelly? Lucas? What are you doing here?" Kelly shrugged and flicked my hair gently"To have fun?" he laughed. My eyes narrowed, I turned to Lucas"Are you guys going to tell me what's going on? Even my brothers are here too!" He shrugged"Um ok, we heard a billionaire will be getting engaged today so we decided to come, I mean we might get lucky and meet the girl of our dreams, right Kelly?" "Of course!" I rolled my eyes"Lame, that sounded lame. You guys are hiding something from me."

“See? I’m a better cupid than you.” “Clap for yourself,” I said, fake-smiling. He rolled his eyes. My phone buzzed. I pulled it out—it was Elle. Why was she calling me? “Hello?” “Kylie...” Her voice cracked, tears bleeding through. “What’s wrong?” “My b...b...baby...” she stammered, sobbing. “Calm down, talk to me.” “He had an accident. Lost a lot of blood. The doctor says he needs a transfusion—or he won’t make it. But my blood isn’t compatible. His blood type’s rare. I don’t know what to do—I don’t want to lose Kye.”

After a few days of rest in the hospital, Dominic hired a helicopter to take me back to the city. Veronica teases me and says I'm like a princess pampered by Dominic. And I can't really object to that, because I myself feel the favor that Dominic has for me. I returned to Dominic's mansion and rested, while Kaylin Joan left unexpectedly. I heard she went abroad for treatment. She's also officially dropped out of Malibu Academy and won't be participating in the city competition to be selected as a contestant at the Finding Stars. This will probably be a pity, since Kaylin is an excellent ballet dancer anyway.

But still, I was already in the third hallway; it was half-on-half, and I was doing this for Bailey and me. I didn’t care if Bailey did this or if she sold me out to surrogacy; I loved Bailey, and no matter what debt she managed to fix her legs in, she didn’t deserve this; she was such a sweetheart. And I couldn’t imagine whatever situation she had gotten herself into to get herself into such debt. And if I managed to make my grand escape, that would be killing two juicy eagles with one freaking pebble. My lips curled into a slight smile the moment my eyes landed on the huge window Trinity had mentioned.

“Hmm! I didn't think of that, I had forgotten for a while that you were much more influential than Williams. How about you Williams? Do you have anything to say or add to this?” Williams looked at his bodyguard, the man nodded and left the room. I chuckled. “Are you so scared that you had to ask your bodyguards to leave, or are you scheming something evil like you always do?” Williams eyed me. His lover sat up. “You really don't need to go this far just to get Elena. The money you're offering for her bail, you could use it for something else. Don't you think so? Why would a billionaire go so low for a girl like her?”

"My granddaughter, Kylie. They say she works for you. She's in trouble." I pull a chair from the kitchen table and place it beside the sofa, settling into it. "Kylie is in trouble, Yes. She stole hundreds of millions of dollars from my customers." "Pfft." She waves her hand dismissively. "No, she didn't. These men did." She points at a place on the side of her head where she must have been shot. The hair is growing back, and the skin closing, but she's extremely lucky she didn't die. The wall I spent the last forty minutes erecting shudders, as if moved by an earthquake. This is the moment. I either go on believing in Kylie and her story as I have from the beginning, or I stick with my newer

The letter still lay on the table, its edges frayed from how often her fingers had traced the hateful words. " Forget him. Or lose what’s left of him." Her stomach tightened. A loud chime shattered the quiet. At first, Lily didn’t react. The sound repeated—a sharp notification tone from her old tablet sitting on the counter. She frowned; she hadn’t touched it in weeks. She moved slowly toward it, her limbs stiff. An alert banner filled the screen: **BREAKING NEWS – BILLIONAIRE HEIR JAKE RYLAND SPOTTED WITH NEW BRIDE. SECRET WEDDING CONFIRMED FOUR MONTHS AGO.**

Kylie said casually while playing with her nails. However, her words made Alena gasp. Her eyes widened with curiosity. “What do you know about that accident?!” Smiling, Kylie crossed her arms over her chest. “I'll tell you, but only after you get Jason to sign the ‘STAR Plaza’ project cooperation contract and after you give me 10 million dollars!”