My Savior Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“He proposed just so I’d sign the transfer papers and then he sold my father's company, emptied my personal bank accounts, and borrowed money from loan sharks in my name before fleeing with my best friend." He didn’t interrupt or console me. He only listened while driving slowly. So I continued as I leaned against his tinted glass. "I have twenty-four hours to pay two hundred thousand dollars or they'll kill me. I came to the bar because I thought if I drank enough, I wouldn't be so afraid to die." “That’s tough,” I heard him say quietly. He was Silas, one of the richest and most influential in the country. Perhaps he could help me. I turned to him, my eyes wide and desperate. I didn't care

Impatiently, she asks, “Did he leave you anything at all? A man with all that money should’ve left his daughter something, I suppose. Although, knowing him–” “Everything,” I blurt. Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open. I find it necessary to repeat myself. “He left me everything, Mother. I am the new owner of Savage Enterprises–and I am worth three hundred billion dollars.” She only looks at me for a second before she passes out cold.

But whose? I opened my eyes quickly and saw three people sitting beside me. I jumped up in panic, grabbing the duvet to cover myself. “Who are you all, and what am I doing here?” I asked, voice trembling in shock. As I scanned their faces, one of them stood out. Sitting beside me, holding my hand, was THE CITY’S DUKE—Mr. Emerald Sullivan. The richest man alive. Before I could say anything more, he smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, my daughter. You are Alexa Sullivan, my long-lost daughter. After fifteen years of searching the earth, we’ve finally found you! You’re the true heiress to the Sullivan Empire and the richest woman the whole world has been searching for.”

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

A plan sharp enough to cut and invisible enough to leave no trace back to me. --- I dialed. The phone rang and rang until a groggy voice rough with sleep answered. "What the fuck is with you and early mornings, Foster?" "Sorry to ruin your beauty rest, Cardan. I need a favor," I said. Cardan Blackwell was the spoiled heir who had almost bankrupted his family company until I stepped in more than once. He owed me. We moved in the same circles now. He was exactly the man I needed for the job.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

Okay, maybe we do sometimes, like when we have big problems, but that's not the point here. Nathan's rich, richest in the USA and second richest in the world, but he doesn't throw money around, that is not the guy I grew up with. This whole divorce thing is really messing with his head. “Okay, now we need to relax. Let's not throw money at some little problem here. Com'on Nathan you can't buy that fucking hotel because you need some footage. And what happens when you get what you want? Add it to the list of hotels you already own?”

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."