Novel & Cerita Vengeful Billionaire And His Lovers

Christine snapped, “you weren’t. The press are already having a field day. Do you realize what you’ve done? You made a spectacle of yourself-of us! Fighting Blackwell like some drunken street thug!” “Enough, Mother.” “No, not enough!” She strode closer, her heels striking against the marble. “Do you want to hand our rivals the narrative? ‘Ashbourne heir unhinged, brawling over his ex-wife.’ Is that what you want the world to see?” Something inside him snapped. He raised his head, meeting her eyes with a ferocity she hadn’t seen in years. “I don’t care! I don’t care what they think or don’t think! Do you want to know the truth? Fine. I fought because I still love her. I still love Scarlett.”

Elena pov The coffee's gone cold in my cup but I can't seem to care, my fingers hover over my phone screen as I stare at the notification that just shattered my morning into a thousand pieces. Billionaire Alexander Harrington Spotted Leaving Hotel with Mystery Woman at 3 AM. The headline screams at me and I click it even though every part of me knows I shouldn't. My name is Elena Martin-Harrington, twenty-seven years old, wife to one of New York's most powerful billionaires, mother to a beautiful, three-year-old boy, and apparently the most pathetic woman in Manhattan.

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

“They’re building a narrative.” Of course they were. Corporate media loved it. And a billionaire divorcing his wife while she was secretly pregnant? The headlines practically wrote themselves. “Kill it,” I said coldly. “We’re trying.” “No,” I snapped quietly. “Not containment. Find the leak.” Victor exhaled sharply. “This isn’t just business anymore.” I stared toward the staircase. Toward the room upstairs where my daughter was trying not to be afraid inside her own home. “No,” I said evenly. “Now it’s personal.”

This set of accessories had caused a massive sensation in Green city, he had personally designed it and there was a story behind it, it had been auctioned off in one of the biggest auction houses and lots of ladies were bidding for it, everyone wanted to own a single pair of this accessories. The set of accessories had been auctioned off individually and Draco learned that it was sold off at a high price, he was surprised that the eldest miss had not only bought the necklace, she had even gotten the bracelet and earrings. " This set of accessories was called ' a lover's present', it was personally designed by me, and each pair of accessory had a starting bid of two hundred million, I'm quite

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

And I'd believed him. Patricia smiles as she sees the look of horror on my face,"Yes and that's because we stole it from your trashy TV show. I told him you'd fall hook, line and sinker for it. And you melted like snow in the sun, too easy. Don't act stupid as usual and just get out of here. " My sob got louder as I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving them behind in the lavish apartment. Their voices faded as I distanced myself from the heartache and betrayal.

Quietly drowning in thought. “ You think I don’t know what your angle is? The internet is a powerful thing Mr Harding. You didn’t think that I would see the countless articles posted each week where you pose with a new girl on your arm? Your assistants, business rivals, celebrities and strangers have stolen a kiss or a night in your bed. They say that your America’s biggest bachelor. You’re just another powerful man and I made a vow a long time ago that I would never enter your world ever again. Then we have Miss Ava Merchant. Your dating somebody Luke and you never thought to mention it when our lips were touching-” I tell at him. I have never felt so angry before, but looking into those be

She tugged her knees under her chin and hugged herself tight. “Sam Harrington,” she whispered. “Lilly’s father. A billionaire elite. With a wife and child.” She sighed. “You’re sick, Chan,” she said to herself. “Very sick in the head.” Yes, she’d better stop herself from getting any more involved—both emotionally and physically—with Mr. Sam Harrington, the billionaire elite. She had to do it pronto if she wanted to be sane, if she didn’t want to hurt herself, if she didn’t want to destroy someone else’s marriage, someone else’s family.

Alexander stood up and left the conference room, feeling humiliated and defeated. Andrew sat tall and proud, even as Alexander stormed out of the conference room in a fit of rage. Catherine had been a major shareholder in the company, and her shares were highly coveted. But after her untimely death, there had been a scramble to secure her holdings. Alexander had seen an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and had tried to blackmail Andrew into handing over the shares to him because he was Catherine's lover.