Saved By Cruel Billionaire Novels & Stories

I blurted out, pointing at him. Quickly, I lowered my accusing finger. My cheeks burned hot and red and I looked at my feet. Alistair chuckled. He was remarkably fit and healthy for a man that had been on his deathbed a few weeks before. "Yes, with a family of billionaires spread all over the world, it is hard to get them all together in one place," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I don't understand," I said, furrowing my brow. "Sometimes, the only way to get them all together is by creating a tragedy. From time to time, if I pretend to be deathly ill, I get them all in one place and can catch up with them," he said, laughing and tilting his head back.

Anna sneered, "You're a person who really doesn't know any better. Before you were beaten. If I hadn't saved you, do you think you would have survived until now? I'm afraid you would have died in the street in pain!" "I not only saved you and sent you to the hospital, but also helped you pay all the medical bills. Seeing that you have no money to eat, I took pity on you and gave you some money, but you kidnapped me." "Anyway, I am your savior, right? But how do you treat your savior?" "Savior?" Bruce sneered. "If it weren't for your father to be bewitched by that bitch Nicole, would she have had the courage to hire a murderer to beat me?"

“I hate to keep him waiting.” “Oohh… someone is trying to save her face.” Lance suddenly leaned back into the table, catching her hands. “Let me tell you how this is going to play out. If Blake ever finds out about us, he will not stay married to you. He will leave you as fast, no matter what you tell him, he will leave. And then do you think there will be anyone who would be interested in a woman who was divorced by a billionaire because she was sleeping with her cousin?”

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

“I’ll pay any amount for the trouble I cause. Just come with me to Smith Hospital and donate at least one bag of blood for my son.” “Then, you probably have at least five billion dollars?” “F-Five billion?” I managed to say, barely aware of myself, as my throat went completely dry. “That could still go higher,” he stated icily. I don’t have that much money; a billion or even half a billion dollars is beyond my means. “It’s obvious from your reaction you don’t have that kind of money. Moving forward, be mindful of your words and your actions, so you don’t become a burden.”

Scar replies “Fine, don’t just do anything stupid” She walks over to me and I try my best to stay still, but I really want to see who she is, from their conversation I can tell that this is about Chris and that Scar already asked for a ransom of fifteen million If I survive this, I’m going to pull out of this contract with him, but that would only make a loser on both ends, if someone is willing to take me out of the picture to be with him, then I should stay and take full advantage of it but first I need to survive

She went back upstairs and scrambled through her wardrobe till she found the shoe box where she kept important things. After searching for a while, she had seen what she was looking for. Thomas’ phone number. He had given it to her on the island. She had to talk to Thomas. He had enough money and resources to get them out of the situation. Catherine couldn’t bear to see Donovan this way. Everything he had ever worked for crashing down before his eyes. Social media has already began calling her his play thing. If this gets out they’d be the talk of the town. The broke billionaire and his poor toy. Catherine shook her head as the thought plagued her mind.

"You think we're playing with you? That's the price if you want your brother to stay alive. We don't have time to play games. If you don't come up with the money, he won't have another chance." Lani collapsed into the chair, her heart feeling as though it was being squeezed. She didn’t have a single cent to her name. The thought of losing John—her only brother—was something she couldn’t even begin to fathom. The boy she had promised to protect for life was now in the hands of cruel men, being tortured mercilessly. She couldn’t even see his face in the videos they sent. The scene was too grotesque, too painful. The voice came again, like a knife stabbing into her heart. "You have 12 hours to

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

Elena whispered teasingly, “people still call you cruel in business magazines.” Damien raised one eyebrow. “They’re not entirely wrong.” She laughed softly. “No. They are.” Her fingers brushed lightly across his jaw. “The cruel billionaire disappeared a long time ago.” Something emotional flickered behind his eyes then. Damien looked toward their son again before quietly saying— “You were the only thing powerful enough to ruin me…” His gaze returned to hers slowly. “…and save me.” Elena’s heart broke open all over again. She kissed him softly while tears burned behind her eyes.