Novel & Cerita Spoiled Queen And Her Old Money Billionaire

“That guy should be fucking beneath your feet, and yet best making you spiral like some princess in distress who’s been starving for love for ages.” Charlotte's romantic relationships had been a mess for her whole life. The pretty daughter of a millionaire, it was no surprise that she would have so many prospects interested in her. But none of it ever worked out. It was either she gave a guy a chance and got cheated on, or never got a chance with the actual guy she was interested in. More often than not, she had always had to use money as a means to get her romantic interests to like her.

It was easier when I could think of him as just some cold billionaire who didn't care about anyone but himself. "Your father mentioned something about shareholders?" I said, trying to get back on track. "And needing to settle down?" A muscle in his jaw tightened. "My personal life became a liability. There was a situation with someone I was dating who turned out to be more interested in selling stories to tabloids than anything else. The board feels I need to project a more... stable image." "So you need a wife for your image, and I need your money for my mother's treatment. Quite the romantic foundation."

Aria Vale on primetime television. They see a composed, articulate woman explaining how she built a tech empire while protecting her daughter from a father who abandoned them both. They see documentation proving Leon's complete absence from Sophie's life. They see a mother who gave up recognition for her innovations to protect her marriage, then gave up her identity to protect her child. By the time the interview ends, public opinion has shifted completely. #JusticeForAria trends on T*****r. Hart Industries' stock price plummets another twenty percent.

Every question, a thread I could tug. And then I uncovered the truth about her wealth. Not her current situation—fragile, a mirage—but the origins, the legacy she came from. Billion-dollar holdings. Property in three continents. Investments no one outside her family could touch. Old-money names whispered in boardrooms like sacred chants. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman Damon believed her to be. She was a queen hidden in rags. I could almost see Damon’s confusion now: he had loved her for what he thought was innocence, for what he thought was a delicate need. What would he feel when he realized the delicate woman he adored had claws, teeth, and a kingdom of her own?

Aria White POV: "So when were you going to tell me, about your billionaire Boyfriend?" Queen asked me with a raised eyebrow. "How did you know?" I asked her, my head to the side. Queen rolled her eyes before picking her phone, then walked towards the side of the bed. "Look at this" she said pushing her phone towards me. Breaking news! "Random girl and billionaire son, Angelo Romano." Who is she? My eyes went wide open before looking up at Queen.

She neglected all their insolent questions. "Are you willing to marry Mr. Diego?" This question made her halt in the middle as she turned back and glared at the reporter. This was the hot topic among every newscaster. The voices faded as she entered and Mr. Rhodes followed her in tow. "Such a spoiled arrogant brat!" A female reporter commented and the cameraman added. "Yeah she is like without emotions not to forget her proud attitude after all she is a rich girl and only heiress but that never brings everything to your feet. That's the law of nature."

Bernard was almost unable to endure the deep concern of the old lady. In the dining room on the eighth floor of the seven-star hotel, there was a luxurious private room with several old ladies of the same age sitting there. Each of them was shining with jewels, representing their wealth. Among them there was an old lady with a head full of silver hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Her temperament was the best. Even though her hair was already grey-white, but her skin was well-preserved and looked like she was only in her forties, matched with her naturally white hair, which was coiled behind her head, looking radiant. This person was the Old Lady of McFarland family, Bernard's grandmoth

Only now the smile looked colder. "How brave. For a commoner like you" Her gaze swept over me deliberately. "Confidence certainly comes easier after securing a billionaire husband." There it was. The final blow. Not because the insult was particularly clever. Because it was familiar. The same accusation. Again. And again. Gold digger. Opportunist. Manipulative. Thief. The words changed. The meaning never did. I tightened my grip on the teacup. For one reckless second, I almost wished Adrian had divorced me immediately.

THREE years had quietly slipped by since Cindy married Alexander Choi—the formidable billionaire CEO of Choi Global Holdings, an empire with deep roots in finance and investment. To the outside world, their marriage had been nothing short of a fairytale: the orphan girl who married into unimaginable wealth and power. It was also the very company that had poured money into her adoptive family’s real estate and infrastructure business, giving it the fuel to rise higher, stronger and more prominent than ever before. In society’s eyes, Cindy had become the bridge, the jewel that tied her family to an empire.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.