Vengeful Billionaire And His Lovers Novels & Stories

"I'm going to marry a billionaire like in all those books I read where the super-rich guy falls in love with a poor chick who may not have much in the way of money but is wealthy in vivacity and sprightliness and is really into bondage?" Anna thought, but here the guy didn’t fall in love with her. He didn’t even want to listen to anything related to the word love. Here the guy is so cold that every time she looks at him, she shivered. It always feels like his feline gaze is analyzing her every move.

Her friend added. “She’s not even that pretty. For sure, she has a sugar daddy or some powerful elite behind her.” “Oh goodness, didn’t she marry the rich Mr. Wilson just to recover her bankrupt family? After using him, she’s dumping him and going to some other successful man now.” I gritted my teeth. This is the reason why I don’t make friends with the other celebs. Jealousy and backstabbing. They would pull down anyone they hate and get jealous of.

I began telling her everything that Remind told me about what Enzo has been doing behind my back to get my attention and manipulate into loving him. By the time I finished, Beth's mouth was hung wide open and it was clear that she was processing what I just said. "He ripped that guy's heart out!" She said while staring in air, I sighed. From all the things I just said to her she caught that one thing which makes my body shudder whenever I think of it. "Oh my God! He loves you so much," she said while looking at me. "He killed that guy for touching you and killed Brian for abusing you… I never saw someone who could go to any extinct for their loved ones… he truly loves you Venessa" she said l

His condescending attitude fueled my rage but I stayed calm. “What is your problem?” Loyal ignored my question and continued. “Maybe they should’ve taken your house and cars too.” He let out a soft chuckle. “It’s my fault that you are still here.” I shook my head, giving him a disappointed look. “I knew you were behind it. What lies did you feed them and how much did you pay them?” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t feed them any lies. I just told them the truth.” “Do you hate me that much? Why are you trying so hard to ruin my life?” I couldn’t help but ask. As far as I knew, I didn’t do anything bad to him to warrant such hate from him.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

"Like you actually care about me. Or is this because you found out I might be worth more money than you are? Are you kissing up to the potential billionaire heiress now?" He laughed—a real laugh, not the controlled sound he usually made in public. "You caught me," he said, his voice full of mock seriousness. "Yes, I'm clearly trying to curry favor with my new queen. Groveling at your feet in hopes you'll share your empire with me." Despite everything, I found myself laughing too. "I knew it. You're just a gold digger." "The most expensive gold digger in the world," he agreed solemnly. "I only marry billionaires."

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

"You vanished three months before our wedding. You were a multi-billionaire. You had entire blocks named after you. You built schools, funded hospitals... you ran half of Hudsonville from behind the curtain. And then you disappeared. Just like that." He blinked. "I don’t remember any of that." I leaned in, resting my chin on his chest. "You were everything. To everyone. But to me... you were just Kian. The man who loved tea more than coffee, who danced when no one was looking, who read poetry aloud on stormy nights." He chuckled. "Sounds dreamy." I nudged him gently. "Don’t mock." "I’m not," he said softly. "I’m just trying to understand. But none of that feels real to me. I can’t imagine my

Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "oh look at those curves.”Marcus said, his deep voice dripping with entitlement. "I've been waiting for you."

It was a death trap. He had planned this from the very beginning. Every tear had been calculated. Every sob, rehearsed—every loving word, a lie. My body had been nothing but a vessel to heal the woman he truly loved. And my death would be the final gift to fund their happily-ever-after. But they had made one fatal mistake. They had let me live long enough to uncover their web of lies. And now? Now I was done being the victim. They would pay for every drop of blood, every stolen breath, every shattered dream. I would make sure of it.