The Benefactor Novels & Stories

So long as it ended up with me getting the man that I wanted in the end. "That's why I need you to be my benefactor. You've helped me make a move that I never thought that I could pull on my own," I answered. He sighed. "What you have to do is very simple," he stated.

He held a few papers in his hands. “We will now announce the organizations that the benefactors have chosen to support tonight,” Nathan said. We appreciate everyone’s time and generosity. Many good causes will be receiving donations this evening.” Nathan lifted his list and began reading the names of the benefactors and the organization they have chosen to support. One by one, he ticked down his list. Not once did I hear the name of the orphanage. Not even from those that had promised me to my face to support me. I supposed I couldn’t blame them. Whatever goodwill I had garnered, Jane had taken apart in ten minutes of rudeness a

The only thing I get is when he says he’s fascinated. I need a drink. I have a sudden tingling sensation all over my body. I glance over at the wine glass sitting next to my right hand. But god, why can’t I get it? “Now, just answer the question and trust me.” He grins, amused. “Everything we talked about here stays with me.” I breathe sharply, completely disoriented. I need to think. Well, I have something. “I have a benefactor,” I continue, skimming over the details, despite not having anyone supporting me until two years ago. It’s too painful for me to talk about my past. It’s also probably best to tell him now before Kristoff tells him.

” Eva returned the questions and queried me with a terrifying frown as if I could explain better, “Please doctor what do you mean by destiny helper? the only destiny helper that I know is the one that is seated beside me, Melissa. She has been more than a destiny helper to my brother. I blushed and breathed uneasily, with excitement dragging down my jaw, “Please doctor what destiny helper do you speak of and what has this destiny helper done?” I asked anxiously with a wink. “Yeah just a few hours ago a billionaire’s son by name Rod Benson walked in here and volunteered to pay the medical bills of Brian hence forth. Listen up, Melissa and Eva, in time past we have had philanthropist walk in

Raiden's peach blossom eyes couldn't wait any longer, as if they had seen hope. "Find your benefactor!" Raiden turned his gaze, "Noble person? Who?" What the hell? "I don't know about this! It depends on your luck!" Frankie carried a teacup and walked out of his room. "Really, is it true or false?" Raiden looked at Frankie's energetic figure and pondered in his heart, the word "noble"... Who the fuck is his benefactor? With a population as small as Goldmoor's, in the vast sea of people, where could he go to salvage just one person?

His lowered eyes hid the calculations going on inside his mind. “Yes, yes.” Many Elders affirmatively supported him. Whether their nods were out of fear or respect, Steven didn’t mind. “So, a person who is my benefactor should be treated well, right?” Steven slowly unfurled his traps. “Yes, yes, indeed.” Elders nodded without any doubts. All of them agreed that a person who was their Leader’s benefactor should be treated with kindness! “So, what do you think should I do if someone harms the offspring of my benefactor?” Steven looked at the Elders with curious eyes.

If she had any other choice, if she hadn’t been pushed into a corner, she would have never given up her pride like that. Lowering her gaze, she spoke with measured calmness. “Mr. Hall, you gave me two hundred thousand dollars. You helped me when no one else did. That makes you my benefactor. And loyalty to one’s benefactor… that’s only right.” She didn’t dare meet his eyes, but her voice was firm. Hunter studied her for a moment before scoffing. “Enough with the useless talk.” His voice was cold and dismissive. “Just go back to Liam’s side and do what you’re supposed to do. If I need you, I’ll call.”

With aching hearts, they pulled the trembling, sobbing Natalie into their arms. I was rooted to the spot, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. [Here it is. The classic "orphan of a benefactor" plot armor used to protect the troublemaker. In the eight worlds I've conquered, at least six of these CEO dads loved pulling this whole "the child repays the father's debt" act. Sacrificing his own flesh and blood's well-being to repay someone else's kindness, all while thinking he's some paragon of loyalty... The logic is truly mind-blowing.]

Mother Cecily's glare silenced them for a beat, but Sister Rosa, one of the novices, raised her hand timidly. "What if he is a benefactor?" she asked. "What if he came to give us land, or money for the poor?" Agnes snorted. "Benefactor? Did you see the way he carried himself? That's not a man who gives. That's a man who takes," Gasps rippled, and Rosa turned crimson, bowing her head.

Rusty. Cattleya hated how quickly her mind supplied the name. “Why?” she asked. Miriam hesitated in the careful way people did when discussing individuals too powerful to categorize comfortably. “He’s one of the primary benefactors.” Primary benefactor. The phrase followed Cattleya all the way to the executive floor like an unwelcome shadow. The boardroom overlooked the entire cathedral district through enormous arched windows. Morning light spilled across polished black wood and silver detailing so severe it resembled ceremonial weaponry more than architecture.