Kylie's Billionaire Rescue Novels & Stories

Kylie We were standing before them—Dad, Aunt Celeste, and now Vaness—facing the inevitable. My heart raced as I saw the expression on their faces. They could sense that something was off, and I could feel the weight of what was about to happen. I wanted to stop Atlas. This wasn’t his responsibility. He didn’t need to carry this burden, yet the determination in his eyes was undeniable. He wanted this—to stand by my side, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and freedom. The sadness that washed over me was suffocating. He was willing to give up so much to form a family, just to help me.

NEXT CHAPTER Leah rolled her eyes and twitched her nose in a sheepish style as she brought out her device, turning it on and allowing the device to load as she turned her modem on while clicking on the search bar of her web browser. She hasn’t even imputed the correct details in the search engine when the suggestions began popping up. She clicked on one of it as she shone widely at the information it brought out, she really couldn’t believe it. The son of the great Barrington techits was Carlisle Smith who in turn was the man who just rescued them, she looked over Bianca who was lying at the couch before her, and she really could tell that she was in for a good ride with this man if she coul

I asked. “Oh Jaxon never told you? He was the reason we were able to get into that Elite hospital. I met him there” She told me and I frowned. Mr Lowe helped us out again? “He's a millionaire, Serena. You just got tangled up with a Millionaire” I reminded her and she shrugged. “It doesn't matter. We both know it was just a one night stand and as you know, I don't do commitment”...

His breath hitched—a rough, shaky sound that didn't fit his billionaire image. He gripped the bedsheets so hard the fabric looked like it was about to tear. "If you don't stop, you won’t like what happens next. I’m losing my patience, Sylvie. I’m losing my grip on everything I’ve done to keep you safe.""What are you going to do?" I shot back, my voice shaking as a single, bitter tear ran down my face. "What else is there? You took my name. You took my past. You locked me in this fancy cage and told me it was for my own good. What’s left to break? Go ahead, Kael. Do your worst."The air between us felt like it was about to explode. I could see the pulse thumping in his neck as he fought the u

The brave mother who ran into the line of fire for her child. The press ate it up. The story had everything: a billionaire, a kidnapping, a maternal lioness, a clean resolution. My “confession” broadcast was framed as a desperate, clever ruse to buy time. Our stock barely twitched. If anything, the brand gained a layer of gritty, resilient legend.

My father clamped his hand around my arm as he dragged me from one shareholder to the next, showing me off like I was another glittering asset in his collection. And then, in the corner of the ballroom, I saw him. Damon Cross. He didn’t mingle. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sip champagne. He stood at the edge of the light, tall and broad, his black suit stretched across a body built for war, not waltzes. His eyes swept the room with sharp calculation—until they landed on me. And stayed. Everyone else saw “Aria Kingsley, the billionaire’s daughter.” Damon looked at me like he saw the girl beneath the diamonds.

Or so I thought. An hour had passed, but he hadn't arrived. Neither he nor any sign of Kai. Kylie’s face had contoured into something heartbreaking as she was left at the altar, waiting for the man who never showed up. The elite families that had been invited could not help but snicker. “I knew it was too good to be true. How could their daughters suddenly marry Rael Morgan? It was simply impossible!” I saw Kylie’s face twist, making Miranda turn to me. “Harriet, isn't he your boss? You must have his number to call him, right?” She asked, and I suddenly felt a feeling rush through me. Thrill. I hadn't been able to use the audio, but I knew this had shattered Kylie completely.

My hands drummed against the wheel, restless and angry. The group wanted Caitlin silenced. Dylan wanted Caitlin to stay hidden. Sophia wanted Caitlin to be her shadow. And I... I wanted her back. Not as a trophy. Not as a pawn. Not even as a lover. I wanted her back because if she survived me, she could survive them. And I needed someone to survive us. Even if it wasn’t me. The phone buzzed. Blocked number again. One message: “She’s not yours anymore. But she can still be mine.”

“You’re the Thorne heiress?” I gave them a sharp gaze. Then their knees fell to the ground. “We’re sorry, Ma’am.” One of the abductors said shakily. “We didn't know you were the Thorne heiress.” I leaned back lazily against the chair. “And yet,” I said softly, “you still accepted the money.” Silence stretched in the room. “But what happens now?” Lynda asked quietly, slowly shutting down the laptop. The television continued speaking in the background while police vehicles crowded the entrance of Parker Group headquarters.

Lisa told Lucas. "Let him be. I don't give a fuck anymore." He shook his head. "Just be careful, Lucas, you know how he can get." Her warning scared me a bit. I didn't know that Lucas had a party he was supposed to attend, but it explains Lisa attire. I began to worry about what Lucas' father was capable of as an abusive billionaire. "I know." He sighed, stopping from his task as he calmed himself. "Merry Christmas, Lisa," I finally greeted her.