Saved By The Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

As an elementary school principal, Gwen Stanton was used to having few surprises in her everyday life. She couldn't even dream that, on that fateful morning, she would come face to face with a young billionaire, a vision from her past. And bound forever, however unwittingly, to the most important part of her life.

“You’re on every blog post and article.” “What are you yelling about? How am I on the news?” I was confused. “You are now famous boss,” he was scrolling through an iPad in his hands. “Let me see that,” I yanked the iPad out of his hands. I scrolled through it and read all the headlines with my picture on it. ‘Greyson Steele has been crowned most influential man under 30 in New York!’ ‘Greyson Steele is now the youngest bachelor to be given an award by the governor.’ ‘Greyson Steele is single, and all the women want him!!!’

She closed her eyes, trying to find some comfort in the silence of their living room. “Ruby, I forgot to ask, what’s his name” Naomi asked out of curiosity cutting through Ruby’s thought “Stephan Rodriguez” Ruby replied nonchalantly “Hold on, Ruby please tell me your Stephan isn’t the same Stephan the popular business mogul,” Naomi asked “Well from what I found out, he is the same person, the heir to the Grand Empire” Ruby replied Naomi took out her phone and quickly typed in “Stephan Rodriguez” turning her phone to Ruby “Is this your mystery man” Naomi asked showing Ruby a picture of Stephan from the internet

He smiled at how adorable Bianca is being. "That's smart. No offense, but I really assumed that billionaires like you would take such advances. I guess, I should stop categorizing people." She sigh at the end for how disappointing she must have been to think such way. "I don't know about the other billionaires but at least I'm not like that. I even had some of my dates turn me down after learning that I'm still a virgin." He waited and watch for Bianca's reaction about that information. "Eh? What? Really?" Bianca's eyes widen and her voice volume turned up in disbelief that the ducks nearby got startled. Chase burst into laughter. "Are you sure that you should be telling me that?" She adjust

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

Cassie's phone was buzzing nonstop in her pocket as she was instructing one of her employees in the main gallery of the art center. A quick look revealed a barrage of texts and multiple missed calls, all from unidentified numbers. She looked at one of the texts, bewildered. It was a link to an article on the internet. The headline, which read in huge letters, "Billionaire Nicholas Scott's Secret Marriage and a Baby on the Way?" made her heart drop as she clicked on it.

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single

Fear slowly tightened around her chest once again. Every part of her wanted to refuse the money and walk away with whatever dignity she still had left. But reality was cruel. Her family still carried debts left behind by her father. They still struggled every single day. And now, after everything she heard that morning, Sophia understood one thing clearly. She needed to disappear before someone decided she knew too much. Slowly, she reached for the envelope not because she wanted the money, but because survival sometimes forced people to make choices they hated.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

She politely bowed after pouting at my bruised wrists. "Thank you so much again." She left me alone with a sense of protection as I grazed her retreating figure. This would not have been possible if it weren't for Mr. Zavier Salvay. The old man I bumped into. He is a billionaire. I have not noticed him before, as I was too shocked to think of anything else other than my life and dignity. But the man is one of the top billionaires. I have seen his pictures in magazines and newspapers. "Thank God," I said, closing my eyes and sipping a small gulp of black coffee.