Novel & Cerita Unleashing Her Wealth: A Second Chance At Love

Three months after she received the contract and her book was published, her debut novel was ranked as a bestseller in New York. The Billionaire's Path to Revenge was the title of her debut novel. It was the story of a man who became the most prominent businessman in his city, only to take revenge on the wealthy family that killed his entire family. His plans start to falter when he realizes that he is in love with the daughter of his family's murderer. Thanks to the sales of the book, which was still selling well and becoming famous, she did not have to worry about financial matters. "No need to apologize," Laura patted her shoulder, then leaned towards Sandra. "Instead of that, I have an o

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

I pushed the empty glass, which she grabbed and refilled. “You are right, Miles. I am after your wealth. All this is a facade. I want to manipulate you into marrying me without a prenup. Then, I will kill you and get everything. Sounds familiar?” My head snapped fast at her confession. But she was quick to add, “that's what every rich person thinks. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not interested in your wealth. You can insure everything. I just want you to genuinely love me without filters.”

When my mom would hear this, she'll only think that I am dreaming! "Listen here, young lady. Remember that you are not here to show-off, to act girly, and definitely not to flirt!" She started to walk around me, scanning my whole body. I raised my left eyebrow as a way of showing a disgusted and confused face at the same time. What is she talking about? Who will I even be flirting with? The billionaire? If only this old woman knew that I only admire him because of his hardwork and got inspired by him. I have no plan on dating someone whom I can already treat as my dad!

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b

asked Ruth. “It’s… It’s her own words. She said she had long been worthless, so why not release her. She said she had been dating all kinds of boys since she was eighteen. Till today, the boyfriends she had that were kept in the dark, the ones publicly known, and the strangers, were not less than fifty people. She also said that, as long as I release her, she will then borrow money from her dozens of ex-boyfriends… She said she was a lady from a wealthy family and has huge connections. She said if I release her, she will make my business flourish in the future…”

I looked like what I was: a woman who had just been dismantled on a conference table. I forced myself to slide off the wood. My legs buckled for a second, my muscles still twitching from the intensity of the release. I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling. I felt messy, sticky, and completely unraveled. There was no romance in this—no soft words, no afterglow. There was just the smell of him and the physical evidence of my own lack of control.