My Savior Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

So, she made sure everything went smoothly and cleanly. Through Teddy, Farrah managed to find someone who fulfilled her wishes the most. A driver who had been separated from his family. His ex-wife and their only child had left the country two years earlier. To start a new life in a neighboring country. The driver, named Bald, was truly free and unattached. No history with Daphne, Farrah or the Morales family. And even though there was something strange about why Bald was willing to trade his free life for tens of millions of dollars, Farrah didn't care. Because in Farrah's eyes, there was only one answer. That money was everything.

Mark said as he draped his coat over her and she turned to look at him with hope in her eyes for the first time in a while. “Who is he?” She asked and he let out a sigh before leaning on the wall as she peeked outside. “Seth Valdez, the richest billionaire in Colorado, no, in the whole USA. He gave a hundred million dollars just like that, what do you think?” He asked and her eyes rounded in surprise as she stared at Mark with a hint of happiness in her expression. “Is he violent? Wicked? Mean?” She asked and when he remained silent, she sighed in despair as her excitement faded away. So he was just like the humans after all.

How was that even possible? “How did this happen, Bianca? Where did it all go wrong? Samantha isn't rich. She is a nobody. I know her too well. She told me her parents were in a remote village and struggling to survive. How did she become the daughter of the Salvadors? Not just that, how did she become an heiress, and a billionaire CEO?” he asked Bianca, who was also in shock. “I have no idea, but if this is really happening, then I am in big shit,” she said, the panic evident on her face.

"But I am winning! Can't you see? Isn't it glaring? I am a CEO in one of the units in SGH. I am an Anderson. I have the blood of the Sterlings running through my veins too. I am rich, you're not. I am the bigger one here. And guess what, baby girl? You are not!" "Shut up, Savannah. Money isn't everything." "Of course it is! Are you a Christian? Do you read the bible? It says money answereth all things so yeah, money is everything my love. It is. Take a look around you," Savannah threw her hands around to gesticulate the luxury around them. "See this, money did all these. Beautiful, isn't it?" Chloe scoffed. All she could think in her mind was that this woman was insane and she definitely was

“How does it matter? Is Eroch Rowan, an Angel?” "How does it matter?" Savannah widened her eyes with incredulity repeating Juliet's question. “You mean you really don't know who he is?" She emphasized by pointing at the newspaper which had a full page article about him. "Judging by your reaction, I guess not." Juliet was now getting a doubt if an ant bit the brain of her friend. Savannah shook her head at Juliet as if she had just told her aliens exist and they were living beneath their apartment. "Juliet, that sexy sonuvabitch for whom you are going to work is. CEO of ELEGANZA. The guy's a freaking billionaire! He is rich enough to feed ¾ of the American population every day."

“I can’t take this.” Aiden shook his head, his expression unreadable. “I’m not running a charity, Aria. This is an investment because I believe in you.” Aria wanted to believe him but she’s done too much for her for this to be an investment of any kind. “Why are you so kind to me?” He was never like this to her in university, they barely spoke. Gabriel had always told her that Aiden was more dangerous than fire. His usual silence scared Aria, she doesn’t truly know who Aiden really is.

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."

“We’ve started something new. Something fragile. Something strong. The world won’t accept it overnight. And that’s okay.” “I’m not your savior. I’m not your enemy.” “I’m a builder. And I will keep building—until no one can sell your soul in exchange for convenience.” “If you believe in that, stand with us. Not behind. Beside.”

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.