Novel & Cerita Owend By The Billionaire Beast

Owen said with a smile, "Zane, I heard you talking about your grand ambitions to control Goldspire's underworld. Is it true?" "Of course!" Zane replied, his voice filled with conviction. "Good. That's what I like to hear. To be honest, I didn't just come back for a visit. I'm here to repay you and help you take control of this underworld," Owen said. Zane's eyes lit up with excitement. He remembered a snowy day ten years ago, when Owen was homeless and on the verge of death from hunger and cold. Zane had taken pity on him, brought him home, and saved his life. Later, Owen had shown incredible potential.

This little gesture made her heartbeat accelerate. That little gesture cleared the doubt in the crowd's mind, who screamed happily, seeing how romantic the eldest son of Reid was with his wife. Like a shock to everyone, money of different currencies began falling from choppers in the sky "Oh God" the large crowd explained, and that was all it took to get everyone falling on themselves, even the press questioning the alleged couples of earlier scampered away from the duo. Corbin pushed a card into the stunned Ida's hand "Call me if you are ready to take my offer" he said having her confused.

No one else could access this, no one outside his bloodline. Catherine stood back, watching him intently, her eyes tracing his every move. She could sense the tension in his body, the way his hand trembled ever so slightly as he reached for the lock. There was something deeply personal about this moment—something that went beyond the treasure itself. This was more than just wealth; it was the culmination of Lucius’s legacy, his identity as a Ravenswood, something that had shaped his entire existence.

His pointed nose and full pink lips added to his perfection, making him almost breathtakingly handsome. A hard lump appeared in my throat as I tried to swallow the shock. My heart drummed harder, causing my breathing to come out in pants. Jaxson... my eyes were yet to believe it. He was a mere poor orphan who worked in a courtyard years ago, so how could he be a CEO? Not just any CEO, but of Pierce's Group, a company run by the grandson of Leonard Pierce. Did this mean Jax was his grandson? My mind was reeling with thoughts, and I felt like I had been splashed with a cold bucket of water. Goosebumps covered my skin, and everything seemed like a nightmare.

Now, half the roof was gone, and the shattered windows let the wind scream through like a dirge. The Beast liked this place. Its claws scraped his ribs as if laughing at the irony—that a creature bound by oath now walked the ruins of vows. Maxim dropped to his knees in the dust. “Come out,” he whispered. His voice echoed in the hollow chamber. “If you want the throne, take it. If you want the war, claim it.” The shadows shifted. From the edges of the broken glass, from the cracks in the floor, from the breath in his lungs, it came. The Beast peeled itself out of him—vast, towering, a creature of fur and fang and molten gold eyes.

Detective Stone nodded discreetly, urging Andrew to hold the call a little longer, hoping to track Alexander's location and put an end to his sinister game. Returning to the call, Andrew asked, "How much do you need, Alexander?" Alexander's grin widened as he reveled in the control he had over the situation. "I want half of your fortune transferred to an offshore account, and you have precisely 24 hours to do it," he demanded, his tone dripping with arrogance. Andrew took a moment to gather himself, trying to figure out a way to outmaneuver Alexander. But before he could respond, Alexander added another demand. "Oh, and I'll need the company and the mansion too."

At that moment, someone stepped on the platform. It was none other than Anthony Henderson, the former richest man in Sumeria! Anthony stared at Andrius and gritted his teeth, saying, “Andrius Moonshade, as the Wolf King, you used your power to oppress and plunder my Henderson family’s wealth of up to a billion! I never thought that you would end up like today!” The second person was none other than the head of the Crestfalls of the capital, Idris Crestfall.

SOPHIA Thirty minutes after giving Cassian Devine the best blow job of his life, I was following him up to his penthouse suite. I hadn't known he owned a penthouse, but I should have. The Winters family owned the biggest Mafia run clubs in New York, but Cassian had enough connections to be feared. We stopped at a wide, wooden door and he swiped a card to unlock it. “You'll be safe here. No one who isn't family is allowed onto the property without my permission.”

Scott and his grandpa brought him to Alexandra's place and spent the afternoon with Marina. Beast completely lost it when he saw Alexandra, peed all over the rugs from excitement, and knocked Marina over three times before settling next to her like a giant pillow. It was epic watching them curled up on the carpet watching cartoons. They had a perfect afternoon, but that night, as Scott worked late—his usual insomnia keeping him up, deep in designing collectible cars—his phone rang. "Allie? What's wrong?" he asked, alarmed. "You need to come right now! Something's wrong with Beast! He's going crazy!" Alexandra cried over the phone, panic in her voice.

Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion