Saved By The Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

She threatened. "Oh my sweet Adwitiya, call your dad, okay, wait, where is your phone by the way?" She ran to grab the phone, which was on the table, but the lady was there, who grabbed the phone and threw it out of the window. "Wait, I have something to show you." He picked up his phone and showed her some video. Her eyes widened as tears flowed like a waterfall. "My dad made you the CEO of his company, and this is what you did to me. Why, Adhyansh, why?" She questioned, shouting in her broken voice.

He was right, and they both knew it. Nathan Lin was the only person on this earth who knew the full shape of what her life had looked like for the past four years. When she'd fled New York at twenty-two with nothing but a carry-on bag and a secret she hadn't yet told anyone, she'd nearly ended up sleeping on the floor of JFK Airport. Nathan had found her. Fed her. Helped her find an apartment in a city where she'd known no one, and quietly slipped her enough money to survive those first brutal months until she could stand on her own feet. She'd paid back every cent. But the debt she actually owed him had nothing to do with money.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

*** Madeline Carter sat in front of her vanity as Edith Penrose, her childhood nanny, gently combed her curly red hair. “You’ve done it,” Edith said, her voice low and pleased. “Beatrice Langford already pushed the story to CNN. Headline reads: ‘Ethan Whitmore Survives Fire, Returns to Find Wife Sold His Properties and Ran from L.A. – Now Engaged to a Billionaire.’” She paused to smile. “We made sure it mentioned her fashion company too. And how she’s divorcing her husband—who just came back from the dead—because her fiancé, Caleb Monroe, is rich. We also hinted she was seeing Caleb even before Ethan’s accident.”

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

Figueroa almost fell from his seat and was able to understand what was stated in the bank book and documents, especially the name of the account holder. Jedizon and Zandrex looked at the reaction they saw in the CEO but didn't ask. Mr. Figueroa immediately absorbed the hot chocolate as he typed John Dave's name into his desktop computer in front of his desk. Two words wanted to escape from the mouth of Mr. Figueroa regarding John Dave and this is the, "secret billionaire." Mr. Figueroa passed the files to Jedizon to finish it and the hard copies to Zandrex to photocopy for the copy for John Dave.

She blinked and looked again, but the numbers remained unchanged. “This cannot be right,” she said. Victoria stepped closer. “It is right,” she said firmly. “Do you know what this means?” Lumi turned to look at her, her expression filled with disbelief. “Please tell me you are not joking,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Victoria shook her head. “I would never joke about something like this,” she replied. Lumi swallowed. “How much?” she asked. Victoria smiled widely. “They made a billion dollars,” she said. “In just three hours.”