Saved By Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

"But you can't. And that's not your fault. And I need you to not make this harder by pretending there's another option, because there isn't, and I need to focus." A long silence. In the kitchen, the refrigerator hummed. Somewhere above them, they could hear a sound from their neighbour's television through the ceiling. "What does he want from you?" Ethan said. "I don't know yet." "He's not just being generous. Men like him aren't generous." He picked up one of the articles. "Three companies destroyed in four years. Not failed — destroyed. There's a difference. This man doesn't do anything without a reason." "Then I'll find out the reason when I meet him."

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

“You’re a dead man, Croft! A relic! My money and my name will get me out of this! I’m a billionaire!” “Were,” I corrected him coldly. “You were a billionaire. Your assets are frozen, your accounts seized. What wasn’t taken by the government now belongs to Jennifer. She’s using your money to build a rather stunning art gallery. Spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled, “I’LL BURN IT TO THE GROUND! I’LL BURN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!”

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.

He dropped heavily to his knees right there on the shattered glass of the penthouse floor. He had billions of dollars. He had a private army. He had completely destroyed Julian. But none of it mattered. His fists and his wealth were entirely useless. "No," Lucian choked out, a raw, agonizing, deeply broken sob tearing violently from his throat. Hot, desperate tears spilled freely from his pitch black eyes, landing heavily on his blood stained shirt. "No. She is dying. My Queen is dying, and I cannot save her." Seeing the most dangerous, ruthless billionaire in the world completely break down and weep openly on the floor sent a chill down the spine of every single hardened man in the room. Ev

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.

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.

Lucia moretti Marano. I tried to control my shaky hands as I put the pen down. “Thank you again but I hope you know what you're getting into,” I whispered without looking him in the eyes. “I'm doing this for her. All for her” His expression didn't change. “I know and that's what makes you the perfect match.” I sat down on a sofa. Sophia was going to be saved but who'll save me from this billionaire now?

I trailed off, hoping I sounded breathless and besotted instead of utterly terrified. Kevin’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He slowly sank into the chair behind his desk, still staring at me. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you, Emily Carter, went in for an interview with the most reclusive billionaire on the planet… and seduced him?” I winced. “I wouldn’t say seduced—” “You are even calling him by his first name, Emily. Didn’t you notice?” He pointed out, making me shut my mouth. “Same thing with that other billionaire.”

"I don't want to know about this girl anymore or any shit that she and her mother are up to. Those two put me in jail, then I ended up in a home for drunks and crazy people. After that, my life became this shit before your eyes. I had a good job, study, and good friends. After those two damn ones came into my life, I lost everything. And now, in addition, I still lose my patience and my time with two idiots who are wanting some shit and don't say exactly what it is. I don't want to know about them.” "But I want to know about you," I spoke firmly, crossing one leg over my knee. The sofa was small, so Sawyer seemed uncomfortable next to me. "And I want to know why he was so cruel to his daught