Saved By A Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

Dario’s eyes narrowed, his expression angry and unyielding. “You think your money can save you? You’ve destroyed lives for your greed. There is no redemption for you. With a swift motion, Dario almost sank his claws into the billionaire but was blocked by Vraise once again: An action that he did not take lightly, he didn't speak a word extra and just attacked brutally. This was the day that Vraise got the shock of his life . The billionaire on the other hand, fell to his knees in slight relief from the fear but still could not move from his spot as it somehow felt like his legs were glued to that spot.

"And now rushing into an adoption with a man who has no experience with children, all to secure your own position." "Brett is an excellent father." My hands shake with rage. "Brett is a billionaire with a savior complex who thinks money can solve everything." Victoria's mask slips, showing the venom beneath. Brett's voice is lethal, dangerous. "Careful, Victoria." "It's true, isn't it? You rescued the poor homeless girl and her sick daughter. Made yourself feel noble while getting a ready-made family in return." The cruelty in her words steals my breath. "That's enough."

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.

But since she never got what is called 'Salary' , she can only wish for that. So today having such amount of money in her hands is really overwhelming. Akira met with Cristal at their appointed coffee shop and asked her to donate the money instead because she has to go back to work. " So tell me, How is that bastard and his family treating you now a days? " Cristal asked with nothing but hatred. Though she knew Akira will get mad at her for saying that. " Cris, I told you to stop calling him that. Gosh, I know he has hurt me more than he should but I understand him. Not that I'm a fool or something like that, but on the day he saved me, I saw how he looked at Ma'am Mel.

I blurted out, pointing at him. Quickly, I lowered my accusing finger. My cheeks burned hot and red and I looked at my feet. Alistair chuckled. He was remarkably fit and healthy for a man that had been on his deathbed a few weeks before. "Yes, with a family of billionaires spread all over the world, it is hard to get them all together in one place," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I don't understand," I said, furrowing my brow. "Sometimes, the only way to get them all together is by creating a tragedy. From time to time, if I pretend to be deathly ill, I get them all in one place and can catch up with them," he said, laughing and tilting his head back.

She’d passed six years ago, but he still bought them every Sunday. If not for the offshore savings my dad tucked away when I turned eighteen, and the ridiculously generous cheque from Mr. Howard, I wouldn’t be here. I didn’t even want that money at first. I told him so a dozen times. But he just kept showing up, looking all grandpa-ish with his wrinkled eyes and briefcase of guilt. “You’ll take it when the world gets too loud, Claire,” he’d said. And I did. Because at the time, I was jobless, pregnant, and hiding from a life I didn’t recognize anymore.

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

[Miss Salvador, Doctor Yu accidentally fertilized you with our VIP’s sperm. BOOM! All of sudden, I felt my world turning upside down. They can’t do this to me. God! Why am I so unlucky?

"The contract we signed was one of mutual survival. He didn't kidnap me. He hid me. He spent his entire fortune to expose the men who killed my father’s business. He isn't a monster. He’s a hero who had to burn his own house down to save the woman he loves." The crowd erupted. The "Twisted Romance" had just become the "Story of the Century." Alexander stared at her, his jaw dropping. He saw the cold calculation in her eyes. She wasn't saving him because she loved him; she was saving him because she was colonizing his life. She was taking the "Billionaire" and turning him into her "Proxy." "Rule Nineteen," she whispered to him as the agents began to lead them both toward a black car.

And this is how you pay for it? - Excuse me? Pay? I thanked you at the time, but the rest, I've achieved it myself. -That's very clear to me. You aspired to be more than just an employee. What's the next step? To be the billionaire's wife? -Girls, please. -Yany pleaded, already alert as she saw Alice's posture. It seemed that at any moment, she would jump on Ava.