My Savior Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I’ll pay any amount for the trouble I cause. Just come with me to Smith Hospital and donate at least one bag of blood for my son.” “Then, you probably have at least five billion dollars?” “F-Five billion?” I managed to say, barely aware of myself, as my throat went completely dry. “That could still go higher,” he stated icily. I don’t have that much money; a billion or even half a billion dollars is beyond my means. “It’s obvious from your reaction you don’t have that kind of money. Moving forward, be mindful of your words and your actions, so you don’t become a burden.”

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

“We’re both circling the same acquisition target. It’s a clean company with a rare infrastructure license. You want it. So do I.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Not surprised you’re circling the carcass.” “Oh, come on,” Christian said, almost cheerfully. “You’ve had your fun playing the ethical billionaire. Why not let the big boys handle this one?” Adrian’s gaze darkened. “You think I’m going to hand it to you on a silver platter just because you walked into my building like you own the place?”

He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never for once thought because he was rich he could oppress people with his wealth. _____ The moment he entered the house was when Alexa was done with Topaz and his breath got hitched in his throat as he could not understand what and who he was starting at. She was heavily endowed with beauty and her dimples didn't make it any easier as she smiled an unwavering s

Mr Madison couldn't sleep that night, he kept tossing and turning in bed wondering if Sofia was still alive, He couldn't stop thinking about how Saul was hitting her with no remorse, surely it wouldn't be hard for him to kill her and at that moment, he knew he would never let that happen, The past few days, he had come to realize that he loved his daughter very much, in fact, he came to the conclusion that she was the only person that he truly cared about. He got out of bed when he failed to sleep and went to his study, he made himself a cup of black coffee and went to his computer, He immediately he opened it and went online, the first thing he saw there the headlines written under a new ar

He could try to absolve himself of guilt all he wanted he was still a fucking monster. "Spit it out Sanders, what was the purpose of you selling your own flesh and blood?" "For a sacrifice." I stumbled back at his words, I don't know what I'd expected, but that wasn't it. Realistically I knew that I'd saved her that she was home in our home safe and protected but my heart went somewhere else. I pulled my phone and walked away even as my men murmured among each other. I felt the shift in the room, I'm sure Sanders did too.

“Yes. Aunty Sonia saved us that night. He thought you died in my womb, so I had to keep you a secret.” “Was that why you always warned me to avoid strangers?” Tyler asked softly. “Yes, T. I swore to keep you safe.” “But, why didn’t he want us?” “I don’t know, sometimes rich people sometimes don’t want to associate with the poor.” “What do you mean, Mom?” “Your dad is a wealthy billionaire. And people like him sometimes, they do not want to be seen with the lower class.” Tyler blinked. “A billionaire?” “Yes.” “So, I’m the son of a billionaire?”

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

"Wait... what?" "The man who saved my life at the road. The billionaire," I stammered, my chest heaving. "His portrait is hanging in the middle of the lobby! I almost had a heart attack on the spot, Sarah! I had to go straight to the hospital to check my blood pressure!" Sarah stared at me for three long seconds before a massive, blinding grin spread across her face. "Are you kidding me?!" Sarah burst out, slapping her hands together. "Kayla, this is insane! This is literally fate! You lost your trashy job, and the universe hands you a high paying position right in the kingdom of the insanely hot billionaire who saved you?!

“What do you want from me? Money? How much do you want?” He laughed. “Do I look like a fucking beggar to you?” he asked, his voice suddenly colder. My breath hitched. He leaned in slightly, just enough to make my pulse spike uncontrollably. “I’m your savior,” he added with a smirk. “You almost made me hit you, remember?” My stomach twisted violently. Savior? This body…m…man? “You’re insane,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to keep it steady. “You’re completely insane.”