Novel & Cerita The Billionaires Pawn

Fictions are fiction and reality sucks. He was just a normal man with a low bank balance who could not help me right now with my situation. I called Scarlett earlier to ask her to accompany me to the pawn shop as that was my only way out. I needed the money so badly and as my family was not responding, I had no other choice but to pawn the only precious thing with me, my platinum chain. It was a gift from Mom when I stood first in my tenth standard. I never wanted to lose it but today I am hopeless.

Making it officially possible for Arthur and me to quit our jobs. The on thing that I can’t quite seem to shake is how someone was able to bid that much. People from here don’t have that kind of money. Then again, the buyer wasn’t from here. In fact, he was pretty elusive when I asked where I should mail it to after I get it framed. He insisted on walking out with it, so no mailing or framing would be necessary. I thought it odd at the time, but my mind was so completely warped with dollar signs that I could hardly think straight.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Telling herself that Frank was cunning and that she must be careful, she shook her head, giving up just then. "200 million from Mr. Zurich. Anyone else?" Jenny asked and counted down before banging the gavel thrice. And with that, the emerald hale pearl fell into Frank's hands with relative ease. While Jenny announced it, Trevor turned uncomfortably toward Frank to find him grinning. "200 million dollars is no loss. I might even say we hit the jackpot." Sif could see Frank's reaction from getting the hale pearl and sneered. "You really know nothing, celebrating just because you got some junk. Aren't you worried how people would laugh at you?"

All the servants stood coldly, staring with uncertainty in their eyes and fear on their shoulders. No one knew who was going to fall victim. The diamond pearl was worth forty-five million dollars, according to Opula who had been ranting over the worth of the piece. Fanny Luis, the billionaire, stood aside with his thunderous face held out as he waited for results; this was indeed a serious issue and anyone that fell victim was going to be dealt with dastardly.

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

I had wondered why there were so few guests and staff. "The suites are failing. We're going bankrupt. I knew you would do something to run them down, so I set things in place for the future. It's like a game of chess. Always stay ahead. The pawn we overlooked could become a queen if played properly. Arabella is our little pawn, and you better treat her right until we get what we want—her father's company. It’s sitting on trillions of dollars worth of gold underground. Mr. Robinson values his company more than the gold, so he doesn't share my vision. What I need you to do is simply: make Arabella sign all her rights and shares of her father's business to you and consent to mercy killing her f

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.