The Billionaire Unleashed Novels & Stories

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

"Billionaire you say?, you don't even have anything as we speak, your company has tons of debts to pay, let's see how you'll recover from that. And oh, when you're busy mourning in trenches, I'll be at the top, the next richest man in all of Canada and even more. Oh Daniel Vuitton, it's such a pleasure seeing you go broke. But who am I to be so cruel to you aye?, worry not my ex-billionaire, I'll help your investors with better deals, I can even hear them knocking on my door *laughs*, I'll take everything from you Daniel, I'll make sure I bring you down to ashes " " Shut the hell up ", i roared, throwing my phone out of anger and it went smashing on the wall. " I will rise, Van, I WILL RISE.

My brain, my thoughts, and the need to be alive to remind everyone that there was still someone out there in need of help. After the accident, I started to attract more attention than I would like. Not only were the police interested in the mysterious case of an attempted murder followed by kidnapping, but also the media. I was not only the billionaire stamped on the covers of gossip magazines, I was also the person the police contacted daily about complaints about possible appearances of women similar to Rebecca.

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

Dick Dowson, the flamboyant blogger she had met at the party, was up close to the camera during one of his live streams. “Guys! All you should know is that Marcus is a bloody murderer, and Uncle Jon, the billionaire, is working hard to get him out,” Dick claimed. Evania paused the video, her eyes widening in shock. She dropped her phone on the kitchen table and sank into one of the chairs. She rubbed her hair, her face flaring with anger as she gnashed her teeth. Jonathan rushed back to the castle after his threatening conversation with Yelena. He knew she was planning something bigger, and he suspected his mother was involved, or at least aware of it. Dick Dowson was just a pawn in her game

Chapter 22 Lucian’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. “And I’m going to make him bleed for it.” He was still buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release, but the tenderness from moments ago had vanished. In its place was pure, ice-cold fury the ruthless billionaire who had clawed his way out of a trailer park and built an empire on control and revenge. He slowly pulled out, cum dripping heavily down my thighs onto the expensive carpet. I stayed bent over his desk, trembling, naked, and terrified by the look in his eyes.

"Let her go!" Just as her uncle set his eyes on the man, he instantly released his hand in fear and trepidation and Jennifer slumbed on the floor. He knew who the man was and what he is capable of. The man standing before him is the most ruthless and feared Billionaire. His name is Mike Zacklid. He is strong, very tough to deal with and always with arm. The only billionaire who live and journey with no single armed guards. He dosen't need security. He wears bullet proof suits which costs millions of dollars. He is skilled and fast enough to dodge a fired bullet. He is mysterious and powerful. Nobody dares stands on his way. Fighting him is just like digging your own grave.

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.

Another SUV was obliterated. I glanced at him. “I don’t do business with amateurs.” Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. “Now you’re just showing off.” I pulled the trigger one last time. Boom. The final SUV exploded into a fiery wreck. A beat of silence. Then Sandro exhaled, looking at the destruction with something like admiration. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re definitely not a regular billionaire.” I tossed the launcher onto the seat, jaw tight. “Never said I was.”