Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Alternate Plan

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts

My own life had been a relentless uphill battle for years, but this sudden offer threatened to change everything. I looked back at the phone, my expression chaotic. “Okay, What happens if I say no?” Instantly His voice darkened. “I lose everything my work, my inheritance, my family legacy. My corrupt brother takes over. And then chaos follows. Then who knows what that may result to.” My mind swirled. It was a gamble, a reckless bet on a future that might never exist. But the alternative was staying trapped, buried under debt and hopelessness. “I need time to think,” I said finally, forcing firmness into my voice.

“When I saw the debit in the company's account, I knew the deal had been sealed. You both made it happen” At this point it dawned on me that it was a plan all along, using reverse psychology on Harrison has worked perfectly. I am yet to get a full grip of how everything works around here. “Now you can tell the investors to go back to Harrison Group since it's also ours,” Ethan said, with excitement in his tone. Wow! Ethan convinced the investors to withdraw their shares in order to get Harrison company near bankruptcy so he can sell it. “What a ruthless billionaire’’ I thought to myself.

It was a man's low voice. “If you want to see your son alive again,” he said, “do exactly what I say.” Her throat locked. “Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t touch him.” “Shut up and listen,” the man snapped. “You don’t tell the cops, you don’t tell your little billionaire husband. You wait and I’ll text you where to go.” “Wait...wait, please let me hear him again.” “Next time you hear him, it’ll be to say goodbye if you mess this up.”

As I have sworn to myself , I will destroy all the heir and sons from the YBA billionaire circle including their fathers if possible. Alejandro Rosario Dawson, you will pay for betraying me and getting married to my best friend. This is just the beginning of the game, I can already see you on the side of the losing team. After getting tired of fucking this bastard the whole day, I took my promised money 500 million dollars . That's exactly my favorite part of the game, even though i already own a whole alot of properties and companies. I take it as evidence to back up my plans . I waited for him to leave the room first , then i removed the hidden camera i planted behind the beautiful flower

Aria sat curled on the edge of the sofa, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her phone. She had just finished whispering everything to Zara—the proposal and Elena’s shocking return. The next morning, she and Jaxon arrived to help with the plan. “We’ll figure this out,” Zara said firmly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves. “We can’t let Amelia keep controlling everyone’s lives.” They gathered in the dining room. Ideas flew across the room — track her bank accounts, send a decoy, bait her with money. But one by one, each plan crumbled. Amelia was too careful, too slippery.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

His reflection stared back at him in the glass wall of the war room—suit, eyes, a man of power and obsession. “Soon,” he whispered. "Very soon, Henry. You can’t hide forever.” And with that, the billionaire set his plans into motion. The chase had begin.