Saved By Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

“My family built that empire. It was mine.” “It was,” he agreed. “Past tense.” Tears streamed down my face. My body felt heavy, useless, betraying me at every turn. “You are cruel,” I sobbed. “How can you do this to me.” Blake leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Because you were never meant to survive this.” The words slammed into me with horrifying clarity. I shook my head violently. “No. No. You would not.” His gaze flicked toward the door, then back to me.

And yet there was something about her presence, her quiet dignity, that made my chest tighten. My phone buzzed again. Eli. “Got anything new?” I asked. “Nothing, man. Have you contacted her?” “Not yet. Going through her background,” I replied. I paused at her photo, her honey-brown eyes staring back innocently. I had left her the morning after without much thought, and now damn. She had refused money and a car ride from my team. She seemed respectable but also stubborn, and real. Eli chuckled through the phone. “First time a girl’s stared down a billionaire, huh?”

“He proposed just so I’d sign the transfer papers and then he sold my father's company, emptied my personal bank accounts, and borrowed money from loan sharks in my name before fleeing with my best friend." He didn’t interrupt or console me. He only listened while driving slowly. So I continued as I leaned against his tinted glass. "I have twenty-four hours to pay two hundred thousand dollars or they'll kill me. I came to the bar because I thought if I drank enough, I wouldn't be so afraid to die." “That’s tough,” I heard him say quietly. He was Silas, one of the richest and most influential in the country. Perhaps he could help me. I turned to him, my eyes wide and desperate. I didn't care

Desperate to save his company, John turned to Marcus Thompson, a wealthy investor with a reputation for being ruthless. Marcus had agreed to lend John the money, but at an exorbitant interest rate. John, desperate to save his business, had agreed to the terms without fully understanding the consequences. As the months went by, John's business continued to struggle, and he found himself unable to keep up with the loan payments. Marcus, sensing an opportunity to expand his empire, began to tighten the screws. He threatened to foreclose on John's business and home, leaving Sophia's family on the brink of financial ruin. John, feeling defeated and desperate, had turned to Sophia his only daughte

But it was probably going to be worse—they had new partners in crime now: Oliver and Olivia. She never expected Oliver and Olivia to be this naughty, but appearances can be deceiving. That saying fit them perfectly. They looked sweet and innocent, but deep down, they were just like the others. No wonder the four of them were so inseparable. Her thoughts drifted to tomorrow. Payday. She was finally getting her paycheck. But the excitement vanished the second she remembered all the bills she had to cover. In the end, she’d only have a hundred bucks left. Even if she tried cutting back on some things, she wouldn’t be able to save more than that.

He squatted before me and pulled my chin forward roughly, disregarding my wounds. Pain rocked my body like water ripples and I shuddered. "I allowed failure because you are a friend's daughter, but I guessed it was a loophole in my plan. You didn't only fail but you saved him," the man gritted and pulled up my chin, dragging me up with it. "You are beyond salvation, just like your father! Do not die a pathetic death like your father. Alpha Joash will never save you. You have seen for yourself…" Now that is wrong… he had saved me once.

North’s POV A billionaire with an obsession for broke law students is not something you hear about often. It does not make the news, and it certainly does not come with warnings. You only learn about it when you are desperate enough. Desperate enough that dignity becomes optional. Desperate enough that survival outweighs disgust. Desperate enough that even dying feels like a luxury you cannot afford because the people you would leave behind would suffer more. Only then do the Lucien Crowe angels find you.

The same laugh, bright and unrestrained. She was not his Clara. His Clara was dead. But this woman made him feel alive in a way he had not felt in five years. Clara looked back at him, and she was thinking her own thoughts. This man this cold, distant billionaire that everyone warned her about was not cold at all. He was kind. He was thoughtful. He had saved her from an attacker and made sure she was safe. He had looked at her during her presentation with genuine admiration. He had raised a daughter alone after losing his wife, and he clearly adored her.

A plan sharp enough to cut and invisible enough to leave no trace back to me. --- I dialed. The phone rang and rang until a groggy voice rough with sleep answered. "What the fuck is with you and early mornings, Foster?" "Sorry to ruin your beauty rest, Cardan. I need a favor," I said. Cardan Blackwell was the spoiled heir who had almost bankrupted his family company until I stepped in more than once. He owed me. We moved in the same circles now. He was exactly the man I needed for the job.

"Wait... what?" "The man who saved my life at the road. The billionaire," I stammered, my chest heaving. "His portrait is hanging in the middle of the lobby! I almost had a heart attack on the spot, Sarah! I had to go straight to the hospital to check my blood pressure!" Sarah stared at me for three long seconds before a massive, blinding grin spread across her face. "Are you kidding me?!" Sarah burst out, slapping her hands together. "Kayla, this is insane! This is literally fate! You lost your trashy job, and the universe hands you a high paying position right in the kingdom of the insanely hot billionaire who saved you?!