Saved By A Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

So, she made sure everything went smoothly and cleanly. Through Teddy, Farrah managed to find someone who fulfilled her wishes the most. A driver who had been separated from his family. His ex-wife and their only child had left the country two years earlier. To start a new life in a neighboring country. The driver, named Bald, was truly free and unattached. No history with Daphne, Farrah or the Morales family. And even though there was something strange about why Bald was willing to trade his free life for tens of millions of dollars, Farrah didn't care. Because in Farrah's eyes, there was only one answer. That money was everything.

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.

Isabella~ "What are you doing, Bella?" He gripped my hand tightly, pulling me back to safety from the high-speed train rushing past. "Why did you save me?" I whispered, my voice thick with despair. "Victor, I want to die. I have nothing left now." Overwhelmed, I buried my face in his shoulder, letting my sobs break free. "I never expected this from you," he murmured, patting my back in comfort. "You've always seemed like a strong, resilient woman who would never give up. How could you be ready to die over something so... trivial?" His words were gentle, yet I felt their weight.

"The one out there, just a while ago, it was nearly a car accident. A car almost hit a young girl; my heart nearly stopped, it was an SUV. If it had hit her, I don't want to think what could have happened." David's expression changed, and he put down his utensils to step outside. Standing at the shop's entrance, he saw the usual traffic on the road, no signs of an accident scene. The woman inside continued, "The young girl didn't die. Just as the car was about to hit her, a man saved her; it didn't hit her." David sighed in relief, returned to serving the customers, and whispered to Wendy, "It couldn't have been her." Wendy scoffed coldly. "I know it wasn't her. If she had the courage to see

“I’m certain my financial condition is obvious on my face. Can’t he just let me go?” “How do you think he became a billionaire?” Cat snorted. “By taking advantage of people’s labor. I doubt there’s any ethical billionaire that exists.” I wasn’t trying to be entitled but he could survive without ripping me off. I couldn’t even afford it yet he was willing to wait patiently for it. Should I have suggested dry cleaning? Then again, it depended on the material. I sighed. “I already promised to pay him so I can’t go back on my word.”

Betrayed. This system only awakens in those the world has discarded. And now… the world will pay for that mistake. Ethan stared at the glowing screen. His hands trembled—not from fear, but from something deeper. Hope. He could feel it blooming, like fire in his chest. Ten million dollars. A mysterious system. And a mission to become the richest man alive. This wasn’t a dream. This was a reset. Outside, the storm raged on. But inside that tiny, broken room… something had changed.

she said as she stabbed her banana split with a spoon. Aliyah just laughed. “Cheers to that, bestie! Leave it to the Lord. A baby is a blessing. And the donor is extremely handsome, so that’s fine. I still can’t believe you met again and that you still love him. And even more surprising—he’s apparently been a billionaire all along. He just pretended to be poor and worked as a tricycle driver.” She nodded.

I took his change from the drawer and placed it on the counter just like how he did to me,he didn't take it as he just placed his head in a table, My patience was wearing off and I wasn't going to keep calm anymore ,watching a billionaire sleep was never my aim. "Hey,Mr billionaire"I yelled,dont you have where to go,I thought billionaire have mansions, how you planing to turn this place to your home,you ,you dont know what they call working off one butt,you are just a spoilt billionaire,I really need to get home and you are wasting much of my time,I really need to be here as early as possible and I can't afford being sacked,I need to pay my mom debt"I blabbed.

Every time I skipped a meal so Catherine could have milk, every time my landlord threatened to throw us out into the biting cold, I would see Davis’s face on a billboard or in a business magazine, smiling his pristine, billionaire smile. I had starved while he feasted on the fruits of my labor. I had bled while he built his empire. But looking at the crashing numbers now, I didn't feel the burning rage I expected. I felt a profound, freezing hollow. The girl who would have crawled through broken glass just to hear him say my name was gone. Valerie’s champagne glass hadn't just cut my forehead last night; it had severed the last remaining thread of my foolish, youthful devotion. "You look rem

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.