My Savior Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"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 know he can afford an expensive suit but papa wants him to stay here. Uncle Sav was from New York. He was there to manage their company. He's a billionaire, yet I know he has a significant share in papa's company here in the Philippines. My dad's company is slaying the industry. Our family is now among the ten richest. Sav from New York has only been with us for a month. And for a month, I ignored him. He's serious all the time! He's creepy! Yeah, I'll admit he's very handsome. And I heard he's just twenty-three! He brings a lot of women here, saying that they're his friends. An idiot would only believe. Such women will not allow themselves to be just friends when it comes to Sav.

“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.

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.

This was my fresh start, or at least the best version I could manage after running. My phone lay beside me like a loaded gun. I picked it up, thumb hovering. G****e had shown me everything two nights ago at the airport. Ryder Santos. A Billionaire, and founder of Santos Global. The man whose hands had gripped my hips in that club bathroom now appeared on every business site, sharp jaw and expensive suits.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“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.”