Novel & Cerita The Billionaires Pawn

"Which means the 'Billionaire Romance' is now under Public Receivership. Guards... take the Assets to the Shredder." The last thing you see before the screen goes black is Julian Thorne’s hand pressing against the glass, leaving a Silver Fingerprint that spells out a single, desperate word: RUN.

I saved it. Valentina Reyes The pawn shop on 8th Avenue smelled like old metal and desperation.The guy behind the counter in his fifties, balding, gold chains around his neck looked me up and down like I was the merchandise.“Nice dress,” he said. “What you got?”I laid out the haul ,two dresses, the heels, the perfume bottle, the necklace I’d bought earlier. No emerald dress. That one stayed on me.He picked through it like he was doing me a favor.“$1,200,” he said.I laughed short, sharp. “Try again. The lingerie set alone is worth $800 new. You know it.”He squinted. “$1,600. Final.”“$2,200. Cash. Now.”He stared at me. Then at the black card I’d flashed when I walked in.“Card’s hot?” he asked

"You showed me that there is a better, truer way to live. You made me want to be a better man—someone honest, someone kind, someone who stands up for the people he cares about. I am terrified, Ariana. I am terrified of being open and giving someone the power to break my heart. But I am more terrified of living a life without you in it." Ariana listened to every word, watching the raw emotion in his face and the truth in his dark eyes. She could see that he was not playing a game or using clever words to trick her. The powerful billionaire CEO was standing on the open terrace, completely stripped of his armor, vulnerable and honest before her. "Are you sure about this, Greg?" Ariana asked, he

Brown “Eight thousand dollars? For all of this?” My voice cut sharply across the dusty counter of Gold & Gilded Pawn. The old man behind the glass didn’t even flinch. He wiped a tarnished silver spoon with a dirty rag and shrugged. “Look around you, miss,” he muttered. “This isn’t Fifth Avenue. You bring in a bag full of heavy gold chains, a platinum Rolex, and a couple of Patek Philippes with no papers? You take what you get. Eight thousand cash. Take it or leave it.”

I heard him heave a deep sigh while I just remain focused on the pastries that were almost done. “An auction will occur tomorrow at the Auction House, featuring a diamond ring that cost three hundred billion dollars.” “Do I seem to be interested in buying it?” I shot back this time meeting his gaze. “I got a tip that the poachers will be also there, targeting the item. It’s a good opportunity for you to meet them and witness everything with your two eyes, and if you’re lucky enough then you might meet the mastermind who will be present in the deal as well. ”

I let out a laugh, picking up my purse then we both left the car. "Malia, I already told you, he didn't get anything from his parents and neither did his twin brothers." We started walking towards the gate where the guards were but I'm assuming that he wasn't the one who hired them because they sure do cost a lot and he can't cover that much cost with what he has. "Ms Steel, Ms Rhodes. Welcome to the Dalton siblings Mansion." One of them greeted us and motioned for the others to open the gate, letting us in while he followed us inside.

Baseley blinking in surprise, he said, “Oh, actually, I think…” Alice asked, “You think the price is a bit low, right?” Alice knew that the necklace had a lot of precious stones on it. So, there was no way it was worth just 5 million. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, nodding his head. Alice said, “I know this store used to be a pawn store, so can I pawn this necklace. I only need 5 million. I will pay you back within a year.” Baseley looked at Alice, then calmly asked, “What if you can’t give me that much money in a year?”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

"This is specially imported from Switzerland. It's only twenty thousand dollars." As soon as she said that, I gave a tight-lipped smile. I didn't even have that much money as my savings. How would I buy it? But I really want it for Candy. "Shall I pack it, Ma'am?" she asked me. "Yeah..." I told her and looked around the shop. My eyes stopped looking around the room when I saw the familiar black-haired man. A smile crept on my face. It was Lance, and he was a billionaire. Paying twenty thousand dollars was nothing for him, right? I could pay him back sometime in the far future; not like it would matter either way.