The Benefactor Novels & Stories

"And your marriage, which was just legally confirmed, triggers the transfer of assets immediately. Richard Holdings must be liquidated, and the funds transferred to the Benefactor." ​"Who is the Benefactor?" I demanded, my heart hammering. ​Vance scanned the final paragraph, his eyes widening in complete shock. ​"The Benefactor is named as... Declan Wright." ​The gasp was audible. Declan wasn't just a pawn, he was the ultimate successor, positioned to inherit the liquidated fortune after the Richard Holdings empire had been shattered by Damian's final act of chaos... marrying me. ​"The hostile bid

“A man with such a good heart should be recognized!” “I agree!” Alice exclaimed. “Mayor, that is such good news! Who is this benefactor?” “Let me first tell you about this man,” Mr. Lawson presented. “I met him once at the business event, and we have known each other only by name. He is a man that I respect for his business achievements. In fact, he is the chairman of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate in Halliport!”

“He was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy when a benefactor stepped in.” I blinked, trying to absorb his words. “A benefactor? What are you talking about? Who is this benefactor?” “Mr. Nicholas De Luca,” he said, as if the name should mean something to me. “He provided your father with a substantial amount as loan to save his business and personal assets. Unfortunately, the terms of repayment were… a little unconventional.” Unconventional? My eyes scanned the document in my hands, and that’s when I saw it. The words blurred together at first, my mind struggling to comprehend. But there it was, written in cold, unforgiving ink was a marriage contract.

"I have no shame in admitting this, but Dean isn't the only one failing. I have always been a little envious of you, Hailey. All those As." I shifted. "You want a tutor? I am getting expelled. I might even be in more trouble than that. I am of no use to you right now." "Until I step in," he said, leaning closer. "I saw those texts. Plus, you know me. Whatever Dean can do, I can do it thrice over. Help me, and I will help you." I bit down on my lips. This... nothing about this felt right, but I couldn't bring myself to say no. He was admittedly the lesser evil.

“A benefactor?” He nods. “He requested a list of patients who could no longer afford treatment. Apparently, he wants to sponsor their medical care.” My brows furrow slightly. “Okay…” “So naturally,” he continues, “I submitted several cases. Including your mother’s.” His eyes brighten, a small smile curling up his lips now. “Your mother was selected, Lori. You now have a benefactor covering her medical expenses.” Everything inside me goes still. I blink repeatedly. Surely I misheard.

Me: “Okay. Thank you.” After putting my phone down on the table, I couldn’t help but smile. I would have fallen for Nathan a long time ago if he weren’t the CEO of my company. Although he was sometimes unreasonable, he had indeed helped me a lot in the past. I knew he wasn’t a bad person; he just seemed indifferent toward others.

“Chris?” “No,” Kessler said. “Not Chris. Chris is just another pawn. Like Margaret. Like Thorne. Like you.” He tapped the table. “The Benefactor is the man who taught me everything. The man who gave me the money, the contacts, the plan.” Alex exchanged a look with Reyes. “Who?” Kessler’s eyes gleamed. “His name is Robert Dickson.” The room went silent. Alicia stared at him. “That’s impossible. Robert is—”

“I don’t understand. Paid off by who?” “A generous benefactor took care of it. All you need to do is sign on there and the house is yours.” I stepped forward. “Who is this benefactor? Did he leave a name?” “He’d like to keep his identity private.” Of course, he would. Oh my God, this was insane. How dare Alessio keep interfering in our lives by throwing money around and acting like he was our very own savior? Did he really think I was going to be okay with it? That I was going to fall to my knees profusely thanking his good deeds in my life?

"I didn't ask for any of that. You offered." "You're very ungrateful, you know that?" I teased. "I believe people shouldn't help just to collect later." I made a face—like a stray dog who'd just been told he wasn't getting the treat. "You're cruel. All I wanted was a simple thank-you kiss. No strings. Nothing more." She watched me, not fully convinced. "That's dangerous territory."

“Of course, thank you, Sir!” “No thanks needed and call me Ian, please,” he said, the smile still on his face. “I’m a betting man and my chips on you finding Balric before that idiot does. I don’t know why Noah keeps him around.” He shook his head with clear disgust. “As a personal favor to me Miss, I would like it if you kept me in the loop.”