Saved By Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I'm just glad you're okay." She's discharged afterwards and driven home by Mr Lucas. All through the drive, Selina couldn't stop wondering why he's so caring and gentle with her. His manner of speech, his actions, and everything makes him different from the other man. The more she thought of the possibility of him being the man who kidnapped her, the more confused she got. This whole thing seemed like a game to her, but she's not ready to play it. She decided to let out the question on her mind as she turned to face him. " Why did you save me? I thought you hated me." She asked, breaking the silence.

My gaze quickly swerved to my father who stared at the card as if it might bite him. "She... yes. She's dying." "I may have a solution to your financial difficulties." Mr. Cohen opened a leather folder. "My boss, Mr. Dominic Winter, suffers from a rare genetic blood disorder. Without regular transfusions from a very specific blood type, he will die." I felt Vivian's eyes on me, and with the way she was looking at me, it seemed she knew already. "What does this have to do with us?" my mother asked, her voice trembling.

He pushed the thought aside and returned to his office, door closing a bit harder than intended. Charlotte’s phone buzzed under the table. She opened it and grinned immediately. Jaina: "Babyyyy how’s your wicked billionaire boss?" Charlotte nearly choked on her drink. She typed quickly. Charlotte: "He’s not wicked. He’s just…" I don’t know. Systematically stressful. Another message popped instantly. Jaina: Tell me something I don't know. Has he yelled yet? Did he breathe down your neck? Did he say “Miss Charlotte, I need that file in five seconds” with his demon voice?

She wanted to smile but remembered she's supposed to feel sorry for them to avoid implicating herself. “I don't understand. When did this happen?” Cruella asked, putting on an act. “I guess you didn't know. What happened, though? After the fire was put out, only a body was recovered. I thought that was you, but after the test, it was discovered to be Swayer. Ever since then, I've wondered where you've been. If you were dead or alive." Mrs. Cushion said worriedly. Cruella exhaled heavily. “I got saved by a generous man.” She said this as she remembered that she had killed the old man who had saved her. She was trying to be as careful as possible.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

ALEHANDRIA “No. No please don’t kill me. Please no. I beg of you!” I heard the anguished cries of those that had been taken in to see the ruthless billionaire before me. From the several rings of gun shots, it was obvious none of their lives were spared. I shivered in the flimsy nightdress I had been wearing when his men snatched me from my run down home in the slums. I drew in a long shaky breath, trying to fight my tears, and then it was my turn.

With a trembling voice, she shouted, "Mom!" Then, she jumped into Madison's embrace and began to sob. "Mom, I got bullied!" "Oh, honey. What happened?" Savannah narrated everything that happened. She left out the part where she had already exhausted the million dollars and even borrowed 200 thousand dollars from a loan shark. When Madison heard it all, she was fuming. "She's nothing but a toy to the rich men! How dare she act so arrogantly?" "Isn't she Mr. Hamilton's niece?"

she muttered under her breath. Elena stood and watched him go. Something about him had never added up — not from the very first day. He had saved her twice without being asked. He had brought her grandfather back from the edge of death using nothing but a single strand of her hair. And now he had handed back one million dollars without blinking, the same way he had the first time they met — like money was something he had long since stopped thinking about. One thought said he was exactly what he claimed — an ordinary man putting on a brave face after being looked down on all evening, too proud to admit he needed anything.

let me leave. I squeezed my eyes shut. I had saved her. That was what I kept telling myself. I had protected her from Bernardo’s guns. I had given her to a billionaire who could offer her safety, comfort, beautiful clothes, and a life far removed from the violence of mine. But saving her had destroyed me. She was alive. She was safe. And she was no longer mine. “Fuck!” The word tore from my throat, breaking into a ragged snarl that echoed through the empty library.

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.