The Benefactor Novels & Stories

"The nurses say my counts are up a bit. That new medication is helping, I think. And that payment... it lifted such a weight off everyone's shoulders. Who is this benefactor again? A work friend? You haven't said much." I glanced toward Alexander's closed office door, the frosted glass hiding the man who had become both my savior and my tormentor. "Something like that," I hedged, heat creeping up my neck at the lie. "He's... helping out because he believes in giving back. Don't worry about it, Mom. Just focus on getting stronger." She paused, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind, even through the phone. "Just be careful, Elena. People like that—rich, powerful—they always wa

"I would. I’m a desperate woman, Eliora. I have a benefactor, of sorts. Someone who helped me get back to the city. Someone who seems very interested in making sure you stay... compliant. But their generosity only goes so far. I need more." "A benefactor?" My mind raced. Was it Tonia? "Who?" Lydia’s eyes flickered, but she remained silent on the name. She was holding that card close, using it as leverage. "I am not a bank, Lydia," I said. "And I am not your victim anymore." turning to leave.

Someone else entirely. A silent financier, Harold confirmed. My grandfather called him simply 'the Benefactor' throughout his written confession, a man who approached all three of the original partners separately, offering capital and legal cover in exchange for a considerable, hidden percentage of the eventual profits, with the explicit condition that his own involvement never appear in any official record. Who was he, Vivienne asked, dread and fascination tangling together in her chest.

Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me and blocked my number. I laughed self-deprecatingly. After so many years of marriage, Nia should know my character by now, even if she did not love me. Would I ever stoop so low as to insult Jonah online? The next instant, Jonah posted a screenshot of a million-dollar transfer. I knew that was Nia’s way of consoling and compensating him. This time, however, I did not care anymore. She could misunderstand me however she liked. It did not matter. In a manner of speaking, I might have to thank Jonah. If it were not for him, I would not have known where Nia went.

“So Nicholas is his name.” "Yes, honey. He is the only son of Chloe and Damian Romualdez, the owner of Romualdez Corporation. Damian is my college friend. I know that they are good people. That’s why I chose their son for you. I chose him not just for our company but for you as well, honey. I know he will take care of you just as we take care of you." My mom sincerely said. I smiled. I know that apart from business, our parents still think of us.

Kerry pointed at Thomas and said, “I don’t believe that you are that smart. I even don’t believe that you could predict the unknown and know the acquisition is a fraud from the beginning! “Thomas Mayo, you must be deceiving me.” Thomas shook his head slightly. He stared at Kerry and leisurely said, “I’m not deceiving you, but what you said isn’t wrong. I really don’t have the ability to predict the unknown. It’s all because a benefactor helped me that I could escape uninjured from your ‘attack.’” A benefactor? Who was it? Who was the benefactor? Kerry angrily yelled, “Did you put an undercover by my side? Tell me, who is it?”

"It is a good sign. I had a hard time believing that Avoidance could think such a thing when he was supposed to become a white dragon months ago." "I do not understand. He could've become stronger and understand his powers. Is it wise for him to go forth into battle unknowingly like this?" Baozi asks. "The Benefactor thinks so but I do not understand their train of thought." "Which does brings up the question. Do you know what deity the Benefactor is? You are their main messenger after all." "You are new to this but you shouldn't question their idenity." Xia-bin says with a serious tone. "As long as our services are complete the

Javier told her, “Benefactor or not, it’s all relative. “To those who are really up there, we’re only wretches under their feet. They can step on us anytime they want. They might even be reluctant to. So encountering someone we could help and having the ability to, it’s better just to offer a hand. We’re all wretches. Why make it hard for each other?” Morgan smiled. “It’s my first time hearing such a stance. It is refreshing and makes sense. “Like you say, we’re all wretches. Regular people and regular actors look at me like I’m a benefactor because I could pull them up anytime and help them. I’m high and mighty in their eyes. “But to people like you and Mr. Young, my status as a benefactor

"The Architect worked for someone. Someone with deep pockets and deeper connections. Someone who's been funding anti hybrid movements across six continents for the past decade." "Who?" "I don't know their real name. In Purist circles, they're called the Benefactor. They provide money, resources, intelligence. They built the network that made Haven possible. And they're still building." He showed us recent transactions. "These payments went out last week. To new cells forming in South America, Asia, Eastern Europe. The movement isn't dead. It just went underground." Eve studied the records carefully. "This could be faked. Manufactured to make us paranoid or lea

Wat said. Zade snapped his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn. Why didn’t I think of that?” “Because you don’t think,” Wat shot back. I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat. “It’s not for me,” I said casually. “I’m giving it to the helpers.” Zade raised a brow, a bit suspicious. “Helpers or…?” “Or girlfriend?” Wat grinned. “Helpers,” I replied without missing a beat. But even to my own ears, it sounded like a lie.