Novel & Cerita The Billionaires Pawn

“Hope you have enough money saved up cause this would be the last taste of luxury you’d have in the next millennial “ my mother sneered “No you can’t pull out the investment nnttt “ Mr Smith stammered “We just signed a ten billion dollar worth deal and you pulling out would mean we’d have to pay back and that could cost us the company” “correction, you would have to pay back not we cause the Woods are closing all business with your family and reasons being a breach in contract, if you have any complaints you can take it to my lawyer and if that isn’t enough for you then how about a lawsuit then, that way your family would be completely destroyed” Dad added then walked out with my mum and me

the problem another way. But that wasn’t the point. They just wanted the million. Polly slowly lowered the phone. The brand-new coat she’d bought last night still hung near the doorway, shiny and obvious—a reminder of how freely she’d swiped that credit card. “Do you think he’s going back on his word? Maybe he doesn’t want to give us the million anymore?” Benny let out a long sigh and sank deep into the couch. “I doubt it. I told my buddies about the watch Josef was wearing. They said that thing’s worth at least ten million dollars.”

“I need to pawn my bracelet because my mom was rushed to the hospital due to a car accident. She needs an operation, but we have already maxed out our insurance because she recently had her gallbladder removed. Maxwell’s mom had already made a partial deposit, but it wasn’t enough.” “Oh, dear.” Charlie got up and grabbed Dawn’s hand. “Don’t pawn your bracelet, Dawn. I know how important it is to you. I can give you -” “No,” Dawn said, sniffing. “I can’t possibly -” “This is an emergency, Dawn. You don’t have the luxury to refuse help right now.” Seeing her friend was still reluctant, Charlie asked. “What if you were the billionaire heiress, and I was in your shoes? Would you hesitate to help

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Marcy nodded at her as a smile crept to her face as she watched Phoebe leap to her feet to get the door. On opening the door, Phoebe was greeted with the familiar and ‘always smiley’ face of her friend, whose eyes almost bulged out of their socket as she glanced around the place before bringing it back to her. And when she spoke, her shock was evident in her voice. “You never told me he was a billionaire.”

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everything they…she and her dead husband had worked for just fall by the wayside. Maybelline who is known amongst Billionaires and CEOs as a dangerous strategist plotted her plan. To get that leech Vivienne out of Arlo's life, she knew she needed another woman in the picture, someone with everything to lose, everyone who she could use and control, some with no single penny to her name. She needed someone who would be puppet, her pawn in this game. Someone beautiful and charming enough to get her dumb son Arlo to fall in love with them

I stood on the porch, watching the yellow cab pull away into the chilly autumn afternoon. The moment the taxi turned the corner and disappeared from sight, I wiped the wet tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. My soft, trembling posture vanished. I stood up straight, my face turning as cold and sharp as a polished steel blade. A faint, bitter smile touched my lips. The pawn broker on Fifth Avenue was an expert in high-value gemstones. The moment Beatrice set that fifteen-dollar piece of glass on his counter and demanded half a million dollars, he wouldn't just refuse her—he would call the police for attempted high-value fraud.

she said, introducing herself. Alessandra looked at Mia, her expression softening. "I'm Alessandra Davis," she replied. Their conversation was interrupted by Alessandra's stern reminder. "Remember, Mia. You have no right to invade my personal life." Mia smiled sadly at Alessandra's words. "I know, Alessandra. I'm just your...sex slave that you bid for 2 million dollars." Alessandra looked taken aback by Mia's words. She asked Mia why she was at the bidding bar. Mia's answer was simple and heartbreaking. "My mother has cancer. I had to sell myself to pay for her treatment."

Thanks to Nadia and Amber’s father Giovanni though, the evil Van Tessins plan wasn’t completely carried out to get rid of the billionaire for good. Amber still wished she could see Courtney and Hugo’s face when they realized they’d both been fucked over. That they weren’t going to see a fucking dime of the ransom money. Hugo probably still had his men out searching for Lazy Eye and the other men he hired to pull off the dirty deed. Amber knew those bodies would never be fucking found. The psychos had taken care of the ones who survived the raid on the warehouse to extract Amber, Grayson, and Leo. And the psychos had been paid handsomely for their efforts to the tune of one billion. But havin