Best Billionaire Novels

Essie sold herself to ruthless billionaire Kieran Cortez on a six-year contract just to pay for her paralyzed brother's staggering medical bills. But the morning Kieran’s face was plastered on the front page announcing his engagement to a wealthy heiress, he violently refused to let Essie go. When she quietly asked if their contract was over, he trapped her against the marble counter. "You don't have the right to call this off. It would be a shame if Charles lost his spot in the medical trial." Trapped, Essie endured his brutal, punishing kisses in hidden corners, terrified of being discovered by his new fiancée, who worked as a doctor at her hospital. But the ultimate betrayal came from home. When her brother saw the dark, violent bruises Kieran had deliberately left on her neck, he didn't care about her sacrifices. He threw scalding coffee on her burned hand. "You disgusting whore! I would rather die than use the dirty money you make spreading your legs!" Even Kieran's fiancée investigated her finances, cornering her to smugly warn her to know her place as a lowly sugar baby. Essie had sacrificed her dignity, her body, and her soul to keep her brother alive, only to be treated like disposable trash by the man who owned her and despised by the family she saved. Why did her endless sacrifices only buy her a suffocating, inescapable hell? Staring at the phone screen flashing with Kieran’s demand to be at his penthouse by eight, a dead calmness finally washed over her. She held down the power button until the screen went black. Even if his wrath destroyed her tomorrow, tonight, she was taking her life back.

I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years. Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy. He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully. "She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her." He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess. For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally. I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act. He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention. But he was wrong. He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me. He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole. I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett. "Yes. I'll marry you."

"One touch is a miracle. Two is a contract. Three is an obsession." Vespera Moretti was the perfect substitute, until the real heiress returned and her family threw her to the streets like a piece of broken glass. Humiliated and penniless, Vespera has only one weapon left: a mind built for war. She targets Cassian Valeska, the "Untouchable King" of a global media empire. Due to a dark childhood trauma, Cassian suffers from severe Haphephobia; a single human touch sends him into a violent panic. He is a man who rules the world but cannot hold a hand, until Vespera grabs his wrist, and the chaos in his mind stops. Vespera is his "Fated Exception." The Deal: She will be his skin, his fiancée, and his strategist to stabilize his crumbling throne. The Price: He will give her the scorched-earth power to dismantle the Moretti family brick by brick. But as the "Touch Protocol" moves from tactical hand-holding to soul-searing intimacy, Vespera realizes that healing a monster is dangerous... especially when the monster starts to crave her more than his own empire.

After raising Dakota for years, the wealthy Walton family mercilessly kicked her out of their mansion. Her adopted father threw a crisp check for five hundred dollars onto a stripped mattress. "That is more than enough for a bus ticket back to whatever slum your real parents live in. Do not ever contact us again." Her adopted sister Cindy tried to violently snatch her faded canvas backpack, smugly bragging that she was already engaged to Dakota's former fiancé. The entire family stood on their grand balcony, sneering in disgust as Dakota left in a broken-down, smoking rental car. "You are going to die in the gutter!" They treated her like a contagious disease, truly believing she was nothing more than an ungrateful, bottom-feeding street rat destined to rot in poverty and beg for their charity. But what the arrogant Waltons didn't know was that on her way "home," Dakota would casually save the dying matriarch of the country's most powerful family using a mythical medical technique. She traded her smoking junk car for a million-dollar reward and a flawless Rolls-Royce Cullinan. And the filthy "slum" she was returning to? It was the palatial estate of the ultra-billionaire Su empire. As her true parents wept with joy and ordered their staff to buy out every luxury brand in the world just to welcome her back, Dakota prepared to show the people who threw her away what real power looked like.

I spent months crafting the perfect disguise to infiltrate the ultra-wealthy Brooks family by dating the younger heir, Cason. I even underwent a painful surgery to fake my physical innocence. But the moment I stepped into his penthouse, I ran straight into the one man who haunted my worst nightmares: his ruthless older brother, Jackson Brooks. Five years ago, Jackson's family tied me to a cold medical table and brutally ripped my unborn child from my womb because they didn't allow bastards to be born. Now, Jackson recognized me instantly. He cornered me in the dark, bit my ear until it bruised, and threw my confidential medical files in my face. "Leave Cason, or I will personally destroy every single thing you care about," he hissed. He thought his billions could buy my silence and erase the agonizing screams of my past. He thought I was just a pathetic con artist trying to steal their trust fund. He didn't know the innocent, terrified girl act was just bait. Standing on the edge of the highway bridge, watching the invincible billionaire tremble in pure terror at the memory of my fake suicide from five years ago, a cold smile curved my lips. My revenge had officially begun, and I was going to tear his empire apart piece by piece.

Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex. Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married. Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win. When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone. Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera. Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.

Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."

Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail. Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty. Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.

For years, I hid my identity as a lethal dark web operative by playing the quiet, submissive charity case of the wealthy Valentine family. On my seventeenth birthday, their spoiled kids set up a cruel trap to dump industrial glue and paint on my head. When I dodged it and they tumbled down the stairs instead, my adoptive parents completely lost their minds. Sterling Valentine slammed emancipation papers onto his heavy oak desk, calling me a dangerous liability and a monster. He kicked me out into a torrential storm with nothing but a canvas backpack, sneering that I would be eating out of dumpsters in a week. "You ungrateful piece of trash! We took you out of the gutter and this is how you repay us!" I looked at the man trying to intimidate me. He thought he was throwing away a helpless orphan, completely unaware he had just released a predator who could dismantle his entire life with a single keystroke. I didn't shed a single tear. I signed the papers, walked out the front door, and stepped directly into a waiting armored SUV. By midnight, I had a new billionaire cover family, hacked a mercenary group for three million dollars, and secured my spot at the city's most elite academy. "Game on."

Synopsis It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding. David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why. He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend. My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces. I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife. I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex. What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined? And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real? Read to find out.

Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents. When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell. Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared. He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away. Debora thought she was finally safe. But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner. He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair. He didn't know she was just a scapegoat. To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her. He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress. They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her. "Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!" Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her? Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open. Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.

Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die. A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death. To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife. She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath. Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly. "She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!" Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer. Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage. Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears. Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected. Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips. She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.

Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World. But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!. When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair? The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.

Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan. But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating. The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything. Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth? Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear. "I will never beg him." Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.

Five years ago, Grace was left to die in the suffocating darkness of a collapsed building. She survived with severe amnesia, clawing her way through Los Angeles as a broke, struggling actress. But her fragile peace shattered when she was cornered by Bryce Delaney, a ruthless billionaire who looked at her with agonizing, terrifying obsession. He slammed a multi-million dollar prenuptial agreement onto his mahogany desk, demanding she become a bought-and-paid-for mother to his three identical sons. Worse, she accidentally ran into her biological mother, a wealthy socialite, on the street. Instead of joy, her mother looked at Grace in absolute horror. "You should have stayed dead! To us, you are dead!" At her most important audition, her sister Ashleigh publicly humiliated her, mocking her torn clothes and ordering security to throw her out like trash. Meanwhile, Bryce threatened to destroy her entirely if she tried to escape his grasp. Grace was suffocating in confusion and rage. Why did her own family leave her to bleed out in the rubble? Why were they so terrified to see her alive? And why did this powerful tyrant call her "Gracie" with such broken grief, yet try to trap her in a fake, transactional cage? She refused to be a victim again. She threw the contract directly at Bryce's chest and violently slapped her sister's hand away. Just as the industry tried to blacklist her, an elite European consortium suddenly descended, pouring fifteen million dollars into the production solely to crown Grace. The war for the truth had just begun.

Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him. But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper. "Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic." The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed. Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister. When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.

Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man. That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible. That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations. "P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower. "Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered. Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek. Rovano was going to mark Valerie. It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone. And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford. Would Valerie's life end here?

I married billionaire Gregorio Harrison to pay off my father's massive debt and keep my dying mother on life support. But his true love, Kiersten, drugged him with an aphrodisiac, and he used my body to survive the night. The next day, Kiersten threatened my mother's life with loan sharks, forcing me to sign a surrogacy contract because she was completely infertile. When Gregorio caught us together, he didn't care about the brutal bruises he had left on my skin. He thought I was blackmailing his beloved. He dragged me to his family estate, locking me in a room to be treated like a mindless breeding mare by his cruel mother. Later, Kiersten tricked me into a humiliating, nude painting session to save my mother's medical funds, setting me up for a media scandal. When Gregorio smelled her studio's incense on my clothes, he didn't ask for the truth. "If you're that desperate to sell yourself, I'll show you what a real transaction looks like." He violently assaulted me as punishment, shoved a digital money transfer in my face, and slammed the door behind him. I lay on the cold leather sofa, my body broken and my heart completely dead. Why did I have to suffer for their twisted love game? Why was my mother's life just a bargaining chip to them? The despair finally burned away, leaving only a cold, hard instinct for survival. I picked up my phone and dialed his rival, Dr. Martin. "I need you to secure my mother's hospital transfer right now."

Trapped in a deadly fire at my own engagement party, my lungs burned as I reached a shaking hand out to my fiancé for help. He stopped and looked right at me through the thick smoke. But instead of saving me, he wrapped his jacket tightly around my stepsister and ran, leaving me to burn. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, my father and stepmother didn't even ask about my injuries. They threw a stack of legal documents right onto my bed. "Sign the papers, Avah. Step aside. Jaclyn is far better suited to be Kain's wife." My fiancé then stormed into the room, publicly humiliating me with false rumors of an illegitimate child and threatening to bankrupt my company. Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing. They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did. But the fire had burned that pathetic version of me away. I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle. "The engagement is over." I threw my million-dollar ring right at my ex's chest, then picked up the phone to call my trust lawyer. They wanted to take everything from me, so I was going to make them bleed.

On our third wedding anniversary, I waited in our empty penthouse until twenty minutes past midnight. When the private elevator finally opened, my husband stepped out, followed closely by a younger woman who was practically swallowed by his oversized suit jacket. He coldly announced she was staying the night because her apartment lock was broken. When I calmly pointed out her building had armed security, she immediately dropped to the floor, faking a hysterical panic attack. "Don't touch me! Please, keep her away!" she shrieked. Without a second of hesitation, my husband violently shoved me to protect her. My spine crashed hard into the sharp edge of the marble kitchen island. A blinding, white-hot pain knocked the breath completely out of my lungs. "You are vicious! You have absolutely zero sympathy!" he roared, his eyes full of disgust. But as I gasped for air, I saw the crying woman peek out from behind his broad shoulders. Her lips slowly curled up into a triumphant, mocking smirk. The agonizing pain in my back suddenly faded into absolute, freezing numbness. For three years, I had hidden my true identity to play the gentle, loving wife, only to realize my marriage was a pathetic joke. I pulled off my heavy diamond wedding ring and threw it directly at his feet. "I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing rain, where a massive black Maybach was already waiting. It was time to stop playing house and return to my throne as the billionaire heir of the Stephenson family.

She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything. Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune. Then she woke up. Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still. The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything. Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed. And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground. She's not surviving the apocalypse. She's building it.

My chest tightened with anticipation, five years of shared struggle culminating in this moment at the Manhattan penthouse banquet. But Chace, my partner, didn't look at me; he turned to Karyn, sliding his family's heirloom emerald ring onto her finger. Then, his voice echoed through the hall, dismissing me as "nothing but an asset under my name to provide entertainment." My smile froze, the room erupted in laughter, and a cruel kick sent me sprawling, spraining my ankle on the cold marble floor. Karyn mocked me, but it was Chace’s icy gaze that truly shattered me. He dismissed our past, threatening my mother’s grave and my father’s life if I didn't "stay in your place and be an obedient dog." The man I bled for, starved for, fought for, was a complete stranger, a monster veiled in cold disdain. My heartbreak bled out, replaced by a reckless, destructive madness. This wasn't just humiliation; it was an execution. Retreating to the lavish restroom, my mind sharpened. I unblocked a forbidden number, a name whispered with terror in the New York underground: Keith Mosley. My text was brief: "I am ready to pay my debt." His reply flashed, stark and dominant: "The price is marriage." This wasn't a price; it was my knife.

Five years ago, I ruined my own reputation and pretended to sell myself to a wealthy old man, all to protect my boyfriend Declan's future. Now, he is a ruthless billionaire who controls half of Manhattan, and we unexpectedly reunited at our best friends' wedding rehearsal. But he didn't know the truth. He looked at my cheap, frayed dress with absolute disgust and allowed the wealthy guests to brutally humiliate me. "Where is that rich old man you left Declan for? Did he finally kick you to the curb?" Declan just watched me with dead eyes, watching me squirm while I secretly suffered from severe physical withdrawals. He even cornered me in a freezing alley, kissing me violently before threatening to make me wish I was dead if I didn't get out of his city. Meanwhile, my real life was a living hell. My father was dying in the ICU, his life support about to be cut off by noon, and a ruthless gang was extorting me for three million dollars over a murder my father was framed for. I bought Declan his billionaire throne with my blood, my health, and my future. I swallowed dry pills just to survive the day. Why did my ultimate sacrifice only bring me endless torment and his absolute hatred? Realizing that staying in his orbit would only lead to my death, I borrowed money from a dangerous loan shark to save my father, sent a final email resigning from the bridal party, and completely vanished from Declan's life.