My Savior Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Oh, sir, I see that money is not really a problem for you. Do you have any idea how much the poor receive when they are away from some work? It's not a fortune. It's not even enough to put food on the table and keep the bills up to date. Have you seen the state of my house, you are seeing my own state, and do you think I would have money to pay someone and keep my daughter in captivity? Never. It is very likely that I would remain in captivity, if that meant having food or no bills to pay.” I didn't like his arrogance, but when Sawyer looked at me, I realized that he had a certain point of reason. I really didn't know how much a retired person received. My own grandfather, old and old, stil

Because it would have honestly been embarrassing if she got to catch my rejection in 3D. You see, Akira had absolutely no idea just how rude I had been to my boss, and so she had very high hopes that he would easily reopen his business proposition and allow me to make some changes, but I knew better. As a matter of fact, I totally wouldn’t be surprised if he had already found someone to replace me, because hey… it was freaking Adonis Blackwell we were talking about for crying aloud… playboy billionaire extra ordinaire, Forbes Sexiest Man alive, the very man who went through women like I did underwear, using and discarding them as he pleased. He wasn’t going to wait for me?

It’d be Hell on Earth, my own personal torture. As I approach an apartment building on the nicer side of town, I shake my head to clear my mind. I can’t afford to go in with my mind clouded. I need to be alert, ready for when shit hits the fan. My only goal today is to save my daughter, no matter the cost. Favreaux can take the codes, he can have the thirty million stashed away in Chet’s offshore accounts. Fuck it, he can kill me if he wants to —as long as my daughter gets to walk away unscathed.

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

He laughed again. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Josiah said. "Okay... So now I'm going to tell you about it," he said, and I sat up straight. "Here's the thing... There's a billionaire who is... extraordinarily rich," he said, and my eyes widened. "Okay...?" I waited for more information.

The heat of his palm seeped through my blazer, a reminder that I wasn't just a corporate entity. ​"I can't breathe," I whispered, staring at my own name on the ledger. Sara Smith – Relocation Disbursement – $250,000. "He bought my freedom, Matthias. Every meal I ate when I was hiding, every month of rent I thought I was paying with my own sweat… it was his money. I never escaped. I was just on a longer leash."

Then she heard a small voice inside her; what if it is the truth? But how could this happen? Ansif was an Orphan and a school teacher never get a huge salary to build a mansion like this. What the hell is happening? Is she dreaming? She gazed Arif confused, thats when she got the biggest shock of her life “He is not a teacher. HE IS THE MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE , ANSIF ALI MUSAFIR! ” She stood there numb. She remembered reading a headline in the Newspaper ‘ ALI MUSAFIR; One of the richest and mysterious Businessman of the country ’

She politely bowed after pouting at my bruised wrists. "Thank you so much again." She left me alone with a sense of protection as I grazed her retreating figure. This would not have been possible if it weren't for Mr. Zavier Salvay. The old man I bumped into. He is a billionaire. I have not noticed him before, as I was too shocked to think of anything else other than my life and dignity. But the man is one of the top billionaires. I have seen his pictures in magazines and newspapers. "Thank God," I said, closing my eyes and sipping a small gulp of black coffee.

She was trying to make sense out of the words that where coming out of his mouth. She never wanted to be in a contract marriage besides she had read books about them and the marriage was never a pleasant one to be in, no love nothing, the thought of it was horrible more especially, she didn’t even know the man, even if this man is the one who saved her from dying. Why her? Was the next question that came to her mind of course the man in front her has so many women at his beck probably, because that’s not impossible the man is so rich and a good looking one.

“By the way,” “What?” “Do you happen to know Matthew Zarsuelo?” He froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Matthew Zarsuelo? Don’t tell me, he’s the guy we talked about last night?” I nodded. “Yes. The one who owns a company.” “Shit, you really dug your own grave.” he muttered. “Is he one of the evil rich?” My stomach tightened. Is that why he wants me to work for him? Revenge? “He’s not that bad,” Lyndon said. “But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.”