Slumdog Millionaire Novels & Stories

Diego, ever defiant, spat venomous threats as he was taken away in handcuffs. The betrayal didn’t just hurt; it humiliated him. Gabriel had built an empire on calculated decisions and careful planning, but this—falling for a manipulative woman—exposed his vulnerability for everyone to see. The media pounced on the story. Articles painted him as a naive billionaire, duped by a cunning woman. His grandmother, who had once adored Antonia, looked at him now with pity rather than pride.

I distinctly remember the veins bulging out of his muscular forearms as he spoke. I get goosebumps just thinking back on that day when he asked for my number. I always knew I would only ever marry someone that I knew for certain was my soulmate, but when I found out that Sean was a billionaire and the President of a large multimedia group, I really thought I’d hit the jackpot. But I definitely never wanted to rely on anyone financially because my independence matters to me, and I really love my job working with animals as a veterinarian. I’m pretty sure I have the perfect life.

Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and extended it toward her. "Here... this should cover a new outfit and some extra for your needs." He hadn't anticipated the resounding slap from Aella after his words had left his mouth. Damien Sullivan, the CEO of Damien Fashion World, a multi-billion-dollar company, was slapped by a commoner. Rage welled up inside him at the thought. His ego was more than bruised, and Aella didn't seem to mind as she grabbed the dollar note from his outstretched hand and tore it to shreds.

~ Miss Ivorida our contract marriage begins from now and just like I told you, your duties are to lie under me and get paid don't be too foolish to think I fell in love with you or something, head over to the civil affair later and get our marriage certificate, I have important things to do other than that, a large drop of tears falls as she read what was written on the piece of paper over again. Am I that worthless to him, do I seem like a prostitute to him; she asked loudly to no one in particular and wiped her eyes, the moment she tried to get up from the bed she fell on her butt and realized it was due to the intense pain and shaking of her thighs, she slowly tried to get up and hafly cr

“Just like what I told you before, my grandmother raised me. When I was young, my parents were so busy with work. So to protest from them, I went a bit wild. Believe it or not, I was always the center of trouble. There’s no day when I came to school without band-aids all over my face. So everyone thought of me as a thug and they did not want to be my friend or foe.” If other people will hear this, they wouldn’t believe that Lance, who has an innocent face, had experienced a story like that. But since I’ve been with him for a month, I can believe his story. He has the face of an angel, but I can sense that inwardly, he’s a bastard. ‘I feel sorry for calling him like that, but I firmly believe

Without waiting for him to reply, she mouthed 'behave' and walked away to a small distance. Uneasy at the unwanted task, Samar looked at her best friend, and then stared ahead. In a teeny-tiny corner of his heart, he felt inferior to Archer Calhill. He was an American oil tycoon, while Samar, it rips off all the embellishments of his job, was basically a hoodlum. Where Calhill and Maahi were post-graduates from a prestigious university, he was a college dropout. Once or twice, he had even wondered if the reason Maahi found decorating his house more interesting than talking to him, was because of his lack of opinion on various current affairs of the world. After all, she was best friends with

"You did this! You brought them here to finish me off!" "I simply acknowledged the truth," Sophia replied, turning to the cameras with a poised, chilling elegance. "I truly hope Mr. Miller keeps her on. It is vital for the community to see that even those who commit the unthinkable can attempt to earn their bread. After all, at her current minimum wage, it will only take her... roughly four thousand years to settle her debts. It’s a long road, but she has to start somewhere." The news hit the internet instantly, categorized under the headline: The Saint vs. The Scrubber. The contrast was so sharp, so visually arresting, that it became the ultimate meme of the decade—the definitive image of "

Who would have known that behind those shining, large, pretty high-rise buildings in the mega city, there were slums like these? They stopped when they noticed a group of gangsters on the side of the road, they were drinking, gambling, smoking weed and speaking mandarin, all at the same time. They were the perfect target. Joana saw them, their minds were so easy to read, some were drug addicts, some were murders, some were even alcoholics. You could tell that these people didn’t have much of a life. It felt really bad to use them, as they were easy targets, and no one would care in case any of them died mistakenly by their hands, but they didn’t have much of a choice.

he said with a smirk. WHAT??????? HIS SLAVE?????? HELL NO??????