Saved By A Dark Billionaire Novels & Stories

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Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

"You and Victor murdered him. You pushed him off a three-hundred-foot cliff because he trusted you. Because he loved you like a brother." "You... you betrayed Victor first!" Marcus spat, his voice hysterical as he tried to keep his finger on the trigger. "You were weak! You were in the way! Victor and I were building an empire, and you were a pathetic charity case clinging to his coat-tails!" Dax smiled—a slow, lethal curve of his lips that sent a spike of pure arctic terror straight through Marcus’s veins. "And yet," Dax purred softly, leaning his chest heavier against the gun, "here you stand. Trembling like a rat in a corner, while the 'charity case' holds sixty percent of your illegal Ca

defiant. "Tell me the truth, just once. Am I a prisoner? A ransom note with a heartbeat? Because your 'not-brother' seemed to think I belonged to a man named Darian. He looked at me like I was a stolen car you’d hidden in your garage.""Watch your tongue, Sylvie," he warned. He took a step forward, closing the distance. The heat radiating off him was a physical force, smelling of aged bourbon, tobacco, and the cold, metallic scent of the night air."Or what?" I was shouting now, the sound echoing off the high ceilings, raw and ugly. "Are you going to lock the door? Are you going to keep me in the dark until my mind just... rots away? Who is Darian Thorne? Why did you look like you wanted to m

The hallway ahead was partially dark, one of the overhead lights flickering faintly. And near the far end stood three men. One of them was Damien Blackwood. Her breath caught. The billionaire stood perfectly calm in front of another man who was collapsed against the wall, blood staining the collar of his white shirt. Blood. Amara’s pulse spiked instantly. A security guard stood nearby while the injured man struggled to breathe. “This was your final chance,” Damien said quietly. Not angry. Not shouting. That somehow made it worse. The bleeding man grabbed weakly at Damien’s sleeve.

the doctor a short man in his mid fifties, balding head with a few strands of white hair and a long beard said, wearing a faint looking smile while glaring at her in pity. " It's not everyday anybody decides to do this much just for a stranger. Especially for him! Do you know who saved your life miss? " He asked with a looked of exhilaration on his face. "He's the twenty-year-old son of the wealthiest man in the city, a billionaire who runs one of the largest oil companies in the gulf. The young man kind of took a liking to you when he brought you here everybody thought you were his spouse because of the way he was treating you. The man halted his visits after a few days because he knew you

“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.”

“Mr. Blackstone brought you in. If he hadn’t found you when he did, things could have been much worse.” Aiden stepped beside her bed, his posture calm and steady. “You… found me?” she whispered. “I did,” he said simply. “But why?” Her voice cracked. “Why would you help me?” Aiden’s gaze softened slightly. “Because I saw the state you were in. No one should be left on the roadside like that.” Aria’s chest broke open again. She covered her mouth, sobbing quietly. “My baby… after years… after everything…” Aiden sat on the edge of her bed, slow and careful, as if approaching a wounded animal. His hand rested gently on her arm.

“I don’t help people for free.” Her eyes widened. She understood what he meant. But she didn’t move away. She knew she was playing with fire, but she wasn’t innocent either. She stared at him for a long moment before whispering, “So, what do you want in return for saving me?” Leonard smirked, then pushed her back gently, making her lie down on the bed as he hovered over her, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Let me show you.” She didn’t resist. Instead, she felt an unfamiliar desire growing inside her.

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.