Saved By Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

her voice grew soft and I noticed a flicker of sadness pass through her eyes, but it was gone in a second. "No matter how hard you try, you'd never get that from me. You're such a desperate bitch and the moment I come out of this, you'll wish you never met me. Even your father's money wouldn't be able to save you, so I'd advise you let me leave now and we'll both forget this ever happened," I threatened. "I guess you must be really hungry," she gestured for the guard to come, with the food, ignoring what I had said. After that, she left.

, Jenna ranted. "Get her off me", Kai yelled and his guards pulled Jenna off him. "Is that how to thank your saviour?",Kai asked angrily. " I didn't ask to be saved, did I?", Jenna retorted. "You sure are ungrateful. Do you know I came down with a flu after jumping into the sea to save you?", Kai asked. "Don't you think you were an ass? How could you interrupt my suicide?", Jenna asked angrily. "I interrupted you?", Kai asked. "Yes, you could have minded your business", Jenna replied. They both continued arguing and Liam sighed.

She said, showing me her phone, a big smile evident on her face, and I read what was in the screen, and what was written made my feet frozen, "Meet Xavier Knight, the CEO of THE KNIGHT COMPANY" And his face perfectly described how much powers he have. My mouth was widely agape, I was dumb founded, now knowing the fact that I was saved by a billionaire, and I stayed in his house, for a god damned whole week, without knowing him, now I knew I was dumb, and it irks me. "You were saved by a billionaire" And you didn't tell me, she asked "But you just realized I found out now, from you" I said standing up and working to the sink to wash the dishes,

She tried to sift through the jagged pieces of a very fucked up puzzle and not lose her shit any further. She’d wanted the truth. Had been after it since she knew the billionaire had been hiding something. And it was a whooper of secret as well. The God’s of the city, who saved millions with their supplies carted across a broken, dangerous country, couldn’t save them fucking selves. Not even with all the money in the world at their fingertips, rubbing elbows with the CEO of the LEDA pharmaceutical Corporation, they were both fucked regardless. Money couldn’t solve all their problems after all.

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

The fact that he knew me well enough to predict that I was going to call him out on his bullshit. The billionaire bastard had actually fled the hospital premise, citing work as an excuse, and threatening to subject the two guards stationed outside my ward to a painful death if they so much as went on a washroom break, meaning that I was left all alone to simmer in anger and irritation at his arrogant, pushover attitude. I was fine, really… I was. I guess. Okay, I wasn’t exactly fine. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that today’s events had pretty much shaken me up a little more than I cared to admit. It wasn’t every day that one got tailed so brazenly and blatantly that she veered off the road

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.

“Who said I'm cared for, not everybody runs immediately to you at your beck and call. He's much more affluent than you, so don't even think he'll get scared just by your call.” “Elena, you have a lot of guts being this bold. You really think he'll come for you? Is that how much you love him? You don't even know if he feel the same way about you .” “He doesn't need to hold me in his heart or think he loves me, I'm not even certain I love him but I know I can trust him enough to save me. He might be a rich man, but he didn't convince my parents to sell me out like you did.”

“Don’t move!” he yelled. Everything shattered at once—nurses screaming, metal carts crashing, the sharp echo of his boots against the tiles. The guards lunged, but too late. His arm shot up, the gun flashing. The crack of the bullet split the air. Andrew moved first—but not toward me. He dragged Emma into his chest, shielding her, the two of them tumbling hard to the floor. My stomach turned cold even before the pain hit. Then it came—white-hot, tearing through my abdomen, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. I staggered back, hands clutching uselessly at the wound, warmth spilling fast between my fingers.