Saved By A Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

I blink at it, and she addresses my confusion, “I am truly touched with what you did back there. But your…defect could be affecting you. You’re imagining that you’re a billionaire again.” I notice Harper is careful with her choice of words, not wanting to offend me, “You’re a good person Dylan, and I will never discriminate against you for your handicap. So, this is my bank card, it contains all my savings, it’s yours now.” The expression I have on is complex, as my thoughts divulge in different directions. For one thing, unbeknownst to Harper, I am in fact a billionaire, and it is becoming rather strange having her believe that my actions are due to a mental illness. And on the other hand…

But I already knew what he had wanted to say. I felt like my world just crumbled. My mother had been sick for about a year now and we had tried everything to manage the sickness until yesterday when she suddenly collapsed. I felt sad for my father, he had spent almost every penny he had and right now we were almost completely left with nothing. "How much did he say the transplant would cost?" I managed to ask him, not like I had any hope of where to get money anymore. I had lost my job three months ago as an accountant in a small beverage company when they couldn't afford to pay most of their staffs again.

“Please. I’m your daughter.” He didn’t turn back. Her stepsister walked out then, tossing her hair with a smug grin. “Even a billionaire doesn’t want you? Wow. Rejected like trash.” She threw a splash of cold water straight at Aria’s face. Aria flinched as it soaked her hair and shirt. Her stepmother threw a handful of salt next. “Bad luck should not enter my home.” Aria stood there drenched, shivering, still bleeding, still weak from the miscarriage, humiliation cutting deeper than anything she had ever felt.

, I replied and Mei smiled. "Okay, I have things to do. Mei, work your magic", Kai said and left. Mei smiled and sat next to me. "I want to know how you ended up with my awful brother", Mei said. "He saved me", I replied. "Save?", Mei asked wondering what I meant. "I tried to commit suicide but he saved me", I said trying not to make a eye contact.

“No, money can’t save anyone. Kindness saves people, and you’re too proud of your name to realize that. Noah saved Camille’s life. Did that mean nothing to you? You can’t see past Noah’s job and be grateful for what he’s given us.” Her mother turned toward Camille and brushed a delicate hand down her hair. “He gave me more days with my baby, and I’ve thanked God for him every day.” Her mom turned back to Nathan. “But he was good for Camille before he saved her. I bet you were the one who sent him away when she left for college.” Nathan stood silent for a moment. He was outnumbered, but he would go down swinging. “He kidnapped her and took her to Colorado! She was a child.”

“They wanted your father. That’s it. I was supposed to ensure you got him out, and then—” Adrian’s stomach churned. “And then what?” Luca swallowed hard. “Then I hand him over.” Adrian's father let out a bitter laugh. “Looks like I’m quite popular these days.” Adrian didn’t back off; his body was ablaze with betrayal. “You set us up.” “I was trying to save my own life!” Luca shouted. “Dante was going to kill me! This was my only chance to survive.” Leila pressed the gun more firmly against his head. “Where are they meeting you?”

“If they catch us like this… my career is over before it even starts. ‘The girl who stole the billionaire.’ I’ll be a villain, Drake. They’ll never buy my clothes. They’ll never see my talent. They’ll only see a homewrecker.” The elevator dings in the hallway. The sound is like a gunshot. I look at Sabrina, seeing the sheer terror in her eyes, and I realize that my possessiveness might be the very thing that destroys her. I have to choose. Right now. Do I claim her and ruin her, or do I protect her and lose her? The doorknob turns. It’s locked, but it won’t stay that way for long. “Drake, open this door right now!” Emma’s voice screeches from the other side, followed by the blinding flash of

Elena whispered teasingly, “people still call you cruel in business magazines.” Damien raised one eyebrow. “They’re not entirely wrong.” She laughed softly. “No. They are.” Her fingers brushed lightly across his jaw. “The cruel billionaire disappeared a long time ago.” Something emotional flickered behind his eyes then. Damien looked toward their son again before quietly saying— “You were the only thing powerful enough to ruin me…” His gaze returned to hers slowly. “…and save me.” Elena’s heart broke open all over again. She kissed him softly while tears burned behind her eyes.

She wrote about her grandmother, about the boy who fell, about her desire to turn pain into purpose. When she finished, she read it over and smiled. For the first time in a year, she didn’t feel like a victim. She felt like someone who was going to make a difference. A week later, she received a letter from her father. Delara had been accepted to the University of the Philippines, he wrote, and Mr. Zumatra had offered to pay for her entire education. He mentioned that Magnus was doing well, that he’d started using a brace and could walk with only a slight limp. He didn’t ask how Tera was doing.