Saved By A Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

Still caressing her tummy smoothly, she pinched his hands agressively and he withdrew forcefully while trying to hold back his screams. She buried her laughter as she turned to give him a slow sinister stare. She could see the pain all over his face as he stared at her face in anguish. She looked away immediately and tucked her hair behind her ears. She crossed her legs stylishly, seeing her mother battling for words while trying to defend herself about Mateo Steel being sick. This was the moment she was waiting for, she thought as the Prosecution lawyer called out Mateo's name and everyone turned in surprise to see Mr Mateo Steel, the ruthless billionaire, walking hale and hearty into the c

she muttered under her breath. Elena stood and watched him go. Something about him had never added up — not from the very first day. He had saved her twice without being asked. He had brought her grandfather back from the edge of death using nothing but a single strand of her hair. And now he had handed back one million dollars without blinking, the same way he had the first time they met — like money was something he had long since stopped thinking about. One thought said he was exactly what he claimed — an ordinary man putting on a brave face after being looked down on all evening, too proud to admit he needed anything.

14 carats, rare blue, the price of a small apartment, now being wrapped as a delivery rather than a sale. She had worked in luxury retail for six years. She had never seen anything quite like this afternoon. A woman had finally appeared at Ethan Hartwell's side, walking through a cleared mall, buying him a thousand-dollar ring with her own card, completely unaware of what it meant that he had watched her do it with that specific expression on his face. Whatever this woman was to him, the associate thought, she was not going to be a small thing.

he said "Then I will get you the money"I said as I began to head out only to be stopped by Cade "Where will you get the money?" He asked "I have savings of my own, It will do"I answered "It won't? It's your savings, let me pay........" "No, don't you pay it, I don't want to be indebted to you, I will pay the operation fee myself , So dont bother, you have done enough already"I said as I left the hospital

he asked, his voice low and gentle. I stood tall, trying to appear more confident than I felt. "I have savings of my own. It will do." Cade's face softened, and he reached for his wallet. "It won't be enough. Let me pay—" I cut him off, my voice firm. "No, don't you pay it. I don't want to be indebted to you. I will pay the operation f*e myself. So, don't bother. You've done enough already."

said madam Dahlia with a smile as she enjoyed Ayla's expression . " I made the connection.......I think.........but........No , I can't believe it . How is it possible that I saved someone so important ?...................No , it doesn't make sense . There's no way a billionaire would cross paths in the streets unguarded and alone . Madam Dahlia , are you sure you haven't lost your way ?.........Don't worry , it can happen to anyone . If you tell me where you want to go , I can help you . " said Ayla with a laugh . " Aren't billionaires also humans ? Can't we cross the streets without bodyguards ? " said madam Dahlia .

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going to kill you right away. First, I'm going to show your stupid father how to lose someone important in his life." She took a deep breath as he said it. He'll never be able to win her over. She'll do anything to escape this hellhole! God alone will determine what she does. She raised her head and glared at him angrily. He appeared unbothered with his bored expression. He sat on the edge of her bed, and set the tray down on the mattress. She's seen it on TV, the internet, and social media many times because of his wealth. The billionaire, Cuhen Malcogn, is the person standing in front of him. Cuhen Malcogn turned down her father's offer to make a business

We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they'd escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world's elite. Couldn't make it too bloody though I'd like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions. I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She'd agreed to have the sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I made sure I was alway

I could feel the nurses stitching my stomach. I snapped out of my gaze when one of the nurses said to her colleague; “She is safe, it is not a deep cut.” That is the last thing I registered before I closed my eyes, my heart in my mouth. I could hear their footsteps going outside the ward. Why did they save me? Why did they stop me from going to my son? My soul would have been with my son by now. “fuck!” I groaned, frantic with anger. An old man entered the ward as he came to sit beside me. I recognized him. He was the one that saved me. I felt like strangling him to death. My hand balled into a fist as I gritted my teeth.