Vengeful Billionaire And His Lovers Novels & Stories

“Did he tell you he was the one who caused the fire that killed my father?” Elena’s breath caught. “What?” Vivienne’s eyes gleamed. “He didn’t save him, darling. He killed him. And he’s been lying about it ever since.” The world tilted. “No,” Elena whispered. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Vivienne held up an old photograph—a boy’s face, soot-streaked and terrified, standing in front of burning ruins. “This is your husband’s truth. You married a man who built his empire on guilt and blood.”

he had no interest in knowing what she did with her previous partners. She belched "Oh right. You know Style Loft?" "I'm on my way" it was a club designed for the rich and famous. They only had one rule. If you weren't famous then you'd have to be rich. It was where the self entitled rich kids went to show off. Their conversation only about how much money they had in their bank accounts and the yachts they bought last week. He wouldn't be caught dead going there. Yet here he was, rushing to go get Eva. Couldn't she have chosen another place?

"She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby." Adrian stood abruptly, pacing to the window. The city sprawled below us, all lights and life and power. This penthouse, this view, this life had all been Elena's once. Now it was mine. Or it was supposed to be. "I made her," Adrian said quietly. "When I met her, she was nobody. A pretty face from a middle-class family with a failing construction business. I gave her everything. This apartment, designer clothes, jewelry, a place in society. I molded her into the perfect trophy wife."

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Richard protested immediately after she dropped her statement. "I can't remember loving you, I think I was confused the day I asked you out and I am only realizing now that it was all a mistake," he stopped his lips when she was about to take a sip of her drink as her wine spilled on her blue gown. Rebecca's heart shattered at Richard's statement as she saw the lack of remorse in his eyes. He was her pride and almost all her friends had known that she was dating the perfect Richard Robertson, who is the owner of the famous SBE wine corporation. If they get separated her dreams will be shattered. She hesitated, pondering if they had run into any conflict in the past or recently but there was

"Hello everyone, I’m really sorry for keeping you guys waiting,“ she said. “We are not really mad about that.“ Henry sounded like a cool guy. She looked around but couldn’t see her lover. She had missed him so much last night and was dying to meet him. “Where is Bryan?" I haven’t seen him anywhere in the house,“ she asked. She wondered where he had gone so early that morning. Henry's face suddenly beamed with anger. He doesn’t know why she should be asking about Bryan while he is there to take care of her. How can he let her know how much he wanted her in his life, and no one else has ever made him feel the way he is feeling about her right now? "Oh, Bryan has gone to work. Sorry he didn’t g

he counters, frustration bleeding into his tone. "You've been acting like you don't care ever since I came back!" "How could I not care when I'm the one they're tearing apart? I'm the one being humiliated!" she yells, her voice cracking. "And you have the audacity to ask why I'm angry?" "What? I don't even know what you're talking about!" he exclaims, bewildered. "Oh, you know," she fires back. "You found yourself a rich fiancée, and now you want to get rid of me. What better way than to let the world think I'm some desperate employee chasing her boss?"

“That’s impossible. We signed everything. The license. Invitations. Deposits.” He shook his head as though battling something inside. “I know what I said. But things—we had to make strategic decisions. For the families. For the future.” My stomach twisted. “This is not my future.” Vanessa spoke then, softly, with that practiced polish. “Scarlett, you’ll understand eventually. This was never just about love.” My heart shattered. “Never about love?” Ethan’s features hardened. “Don’t make this more dramatic than it needs to be.”

, i retorted back at him , "I don't team up with looses. Mark my words Van, Daniel is a very smart man, do you honestly think that he'll settle for less?, you tempered with his life's work, his company, now you're gonna watch him rise above where you last saw him. He's Mr. Vuitton the billionaire , how could you forget that Van? , how could you? , you don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with Daniel" "Shut the hell up Mia", Van Roared angrily, tossing a glass bottle at the wall, it went crashing into the wall with splinters of broken glasses flying all around the office. "Actually", i continued, "You're doing me a favour, I've known Daniel since we were little, even before you tasted mo