Saved By The Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

And he didn’t inform me because he knew I would object. Picking up my purse, I brush down my jacket and say to Henry, “That’s his problem. I’m leaving.” Henry winces and asks, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t want you getting into trouble.” He trails after me as I march out the door and cross the secretaries’ floor. The others stare at me in curiosity but I pay no mind. “Star…” “Tell him I already left before anyone could inform me.” “But…” “Also, could you chip in that he’s a flaming hot pile of billionaire shit?”

“You know what she did to me?” Eliza froze. “What?” “She made me feel worthless. Treated me like I was a burden. She reminded me every single day that I ruined her life.” Eliza gasped. “Oh, God...” “And when I turned eighteen, she married me off to a billionaire old enough to be my father.” “No...” “Yes. His name was Derrick,” I said. “She did it for money. To save her house. And I... I didn’t have a say. I was thrown into his world like a puppet.”

Said Talia. " Really?" Selina raised her brows. " Yes, there are people out there who are looking for such an opportunity, but found none. He's a billionaire, and also he's the owner of the hotel you're working in. He has so many companies, and I'm working in one of them." Talia said and Selina gasped in shock. " Are you serious?" She sat down on the chair and Talia and Xavier did the same. " Yes? It's very hard to get close to him."

Clara said quickly, avoiding their eyes. “For him to make you red like this, he’s clearly someone,” Zara said knowingly. “He’s the one who helped track your location,” Aria added cheerfully. “Christian Alonso.” “Christian?” Zara’s eyes widened. “The Christian Alonso?” “Yep.” “The owner of Alonso Security? The fucking billionaire?” Zara asked. “The very one,” Aria said, smiling. “And he was clearly enamored with Clara.” “Stop,” Clara said, raising her hands. “What’s with the word enamored? That’s too much. We barely spoke, and he barely looked at me.”

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

Employed at an elite spa owned by Dean Graham. Primary income for his household. Mother undergoing treatment. Sister still in school. A girlfriend. A secret lover at work. No criminal record. No debts. No leverage. A man balancing too many lives with one body. I felt something tighten, not fear. Recognition. This was not paranoia. I did not believe he was a threat. I believed he was a variable. Variables could destabilize systems. Or redefine them. I closed the file and opened the site of the spa, setting up an appointment for the next day.

"I'm just thinking about my father. My mom called saying he's getting depressed because he lost his business." And that was true. Chloe didn't want to tell Brianna about the confusion Mr. Bailey was causing in her mind, so she just changed the subject. She was not lying after all. "Sorry about that, honey." Brianna lamented. "If I had money, I would help you… But I know someone who can help you!" Chloe looked at her friend hopeful. "Our icy god!" the blonde-haired woman just said and her friend's smile faded away instantly. "Chloe, he has money for the next five generations! Have you ever thought about it? One million dollars could change your life forever! It would change your story!" Brian

“What if I have to go away for months?” “You are 28. I am sure you can survive.” “I am 27.” Alex corrected. “And that’s not the point. Will you live here alone if I go away.” I raised an eyebrow. “I am 23. I am sure I can survive.” Alex scoffed as if the whole idea of a wife living away from her billionaire husband was insane. “You can’t be serious.” “What is so unbelievable about this?” “Everything.” “How did you ever become a successful billionaire, I’ll never understand.”

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.