Follow
Chapters
Share
Messed Up Deal with the Secretive Billionaire  Novel Cover

Messed Up Deal with the Secretive Billionaire

She lost everything in one night: her career, her reputation... and the man she trusted most. Now Nora Finnian is trying to survive. Working a quiet café job, raising her daughter alone, and hiding from the world that once adored her. She is convinced that true love and trust is a luxury she may never have. Until a storm brings a stranger to her door. Weak, injured, and desperate, he seems like any other man. But Louis Christopher is no ordinary man: he is a billionaire with a secret agenda, and he thanks fate for bringing them together at just the right time. The past isn’t done with Nora. Her old scandal, the man who betrayed her, and the family that ruined her are all pieces on Louis’ chessboard. Together, they will face betrayal, revenge, and a dangerous attraction. But when the truth comes out, can Nora trust him... or any other person... again?
Chapters
Share

Chapter 6

Louis' POV

She got up in a hurry, almost losing her balance.

Damn it! I had scared her.

"Who are you and what happened to you?" she asked warily.

"Louis," I replied, making my voice as weak and pathetic as possible. "I was... attacked and... robbed on my... way to..." I let my voice trail off hoping she wouldn't press further.

I was no longer comfortable lying there. I sighed and rested my head back on the floor.

Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for much talk right now. But she looked so troubled and uncertain what to do.

"I should probably call the cops or get you to the hospital so you don't get worse or die..."

I almost jerked my head up.

"No... please. I'm safe... here."

She frowned, but helped me up and led me to a comfortable couch before disappearing into one of the rooms.

By the time she was back with some clothes and blankets, I was already pretending to be asleep, so she draped the sheets around me.

A while later, I watched her step out of the apartment. Then I stripped off the wet clothes and put on the ones she had left for me.

They must be the largest size she had in her wardrobe but the trousers were too short. And the hoodie? Well, it escaped being a crop top.

Would she come back tonight? Or was she too scared to spend the night with a stranger?

She should have valuables here, she couldn’t just leave me, could she?

Come to think of it, she must be very naive to have brought me here.

My father believed in people. I learned from him too... but not in the way he intended. Vulnerability is a liability. And people? They’ll take what you offer, then turn around and use it against you.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, sunlight hit my face and I had to shield my eyes as I opened them.

Nora was opening the curtain. She looked dressed and ready to go out. She looked very relieved when I got up. Then she picked up a thermometer from the table and checked my temperature.

"Good thing, you're actually strong and healthy. You can freshen up in the bathroom." She pointed to a package on the table. "That's breakfast. Can you hurry up so we can leave. Please, I'm running late."

I frowned as I sat up slowly.

"Leave? To where?"

That was definitely a ridiculous question and she looked at me so.

"Don't you have somewhere to go? Somewhere you're coming from?" she asked.

"I was traveling... on my way... out of the country when I got robbed. I need to stay low for a while, just to make sure I'm safe."

She looked at me wearily, "Was it not a random attack? Is someone after you?"

"I'll need to confirm that to be sure." I replied.

"Will you go to the police then?"

"There will be no need to go there," I smiled at her. "The information will come to me. For the meantime, I just need you to let me stay here for a while."

She ran her hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. From where I sat, I thought she smelt good.

"Who do you say you are again?"

"Louis."

The way she stared at me, she expected more than just a monosyllabic reply.

"Louis Christopher," I added. That was all she needed... for now.

But she was still just staring at me, those eyes trying to bore into my soul.

"Look, miss..." I started to explain, I expected her to mention her name but she didn't. "Miss uhh... Your name please."

She sighed and folded her hands, "Listen, I'm sorry. But I don't know whatever it is that is your problem. I don't know you or where you're from," she walked over to pick a bag she had hung at the foyer.

"What I know is that I don't want trouble," she continued saying as she frantically searched her bag, " I'm a single lady and I already took the risk of bringing you here last night. I can't do this anymore."

"Hey, please," I said, with a very sincere tone, "I'll pay you for your help."

She handed me some bills, "I hope that will help you in any little way Mr. Christopher..."

"Just call me Louis"

"But you really have to leave. Can you hurry up please? I'm running very late."

I bowed my head, really feeling exhausted. Wasn't she being mean?

Funny how I thought she was so naive.

"Please I'm too tired to walk around now, seeking help. Just let me stay a little more," I said as I raised my head. She had to agree for Christ's sake, this was just another minor stage in my plan. Didn't think it would be this hard. I'll have to convince her.

She sighed heavily, "Can you just hurry and try to freshen up while I think of how else I can help?"

Very sluggishly, I went to the bathroom, washed up, and returned to the living area. She was just finishing a call when I came out. I could tell she was really worked up.

She picked up the meal pack and turned to me.

"Let's go."

I caught her hand as she turned toward the door. She recoiled as if I had shocked her, yanking her hand back. Why was she being so uptight?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Can we just go please? You can stay at my neighbour's for today."

Oh.

"Ok. Thanks but listen please. I have an offer. Let me stay here for three days. I’ll pay you enough to cover your rent for a year."

She looked at me like I had come from another planet.

I sighed, "Look it's actually a long story. But I know you're in a hurry so..."

"Can we go now? I already called the neighbor."

Damn.

We went down to the ground floor. She had to press the bell three times before the superintendent came out. He was a big man. But then he was just big... nothing more. Didn't look like someone who had strength to run half a mile.

"Hi Mike," Nora said.

Mike looked me up and down, "Is this the guy?"

Nora nodded and handed me the meal pack, "That's some food I packed for you. Maybe you can tell him about the offer you were talking to me about?"

"What offer?" Mike asked.

Just then, an elderly woman in jogging clothes came by, "Hello Mike. Hi Nora, how is my Skylar?"

"As good as ever," Nora replied brightly. Smiling for the first time since I first saw her.

The woman was about to ask her another thing when she noticed me... in my ridiculous dressing.

She was way shorter than me, otherwise her eyes would have had to travel from the very top of my head to the soles of my feet just to take me in.

Before she could say anything, Nora turned to leave in a hurry.

"I'm so late now, I gotta hurry."

The woman called her back, "Hey Nora, be careful. And try not to stay out late."

Nora frowned, "Sure. Why?"

"Heard there was an attack last night, dear. It's been a long while since something like that happened around here. Two people got robbed and hurt, and were taken to the hospital. They caught some robbers, but two got away, even after people tried to chase them down."

At that point, the three of them turned to look at me; Nora’s eyes slightly widened with shock and suspicion, Mike and the woman’s faces filled with curiosity. That was when the woman’s words about the robbery really sank in, and I knew everything had just become far more complicated than I had planned.

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood Novel Cover
9.6
When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy. The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood. One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly. One night. One opportunity. The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image, But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's. In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay. Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations. All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him. Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his. When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard. But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?
Betrayed Heiress: His Public Downfall Novel Cover
9.3
For seven years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build my boyfriend Derek' s career from the shadows. I designed his award-winning buildings, fixed his mistakes, and waited for the proposal he promised. But at the airport, instead of a ring, he handed me a box of pistachio macarons and ran off to comfort his "fragile" assistant. He smiled, thinking he was being romantic. He had completely forgotten that I am deathly allergic to nuts. That box wasn't a gift. It was a death sentence wrapped in a silk ribbon. Standing at the gate, I finally realized he didn't love me. He only loved the pedestal I built for him. I tossed the macarons in the trash and dialed my father. "I'm coming home," I said. Charlotte Murphy, the submissive girlfriend, died at that terminal. Charlotte Wheeler, the real estate mogul, was born. And when Derek finally tried to crawl back with a microphone and a staged proposal, I made sure his destruction was as public as his audacity.
Contract Marriage With The Genius Heiress Novel Cover
9.1
Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée. But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes. She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund. When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling. Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse. "You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust. For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn. The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier. Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital. She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground.
Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret Novel Cover
8.8
I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir. He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw. I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files. She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage. At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot. Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain? Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.
From ATM To Tech Queen's Empire Novel Cover
8.8
For thirteen years, I worked myself to the bone for my boyfriend, Angel. We were just $500 shy of our $100,000 goal for a house and a wedding. Then came the frantic late-night call. His aunt needed $50,000 for life-saving surgery. I sent our entire life savings without a second thought. But when I fell and injured myself rushing to the hospital, he told me he was busy and hung up. I found him there, not in an ER, but in a private wing, coddling his influencer mistress over her sprained ankle. My money was for her. He wasn't a struggling artist; he was a secret millionaire who'd used me as his personal ATM for over a decade. When I confronted him, he leaked my private photos to the world, painting me as an unstable ex to protect his new life. He left me broke, humiliated, and physically injured on the street. He thought he had won. But he forgot who I was. I picked up the phone and called my mother, the CEO of Mayli Tech. "Mom," I said, my voice steady. "I'm ready to take you up on that offer."
My Unwanted Husband Is A Lethal Boss Novel Cover
7.5
To survive a lethal genetic breakdown, Holden, a legendary mercenary known as "Ghost," was forced into an arranged marriage with the wealthy heiress Julia Ramsey. But the moment he stepped into the lavish estate wearing an oil-stained jacket, he was treated like absolute garbage. Julia accused him of being a perverted stalker, pulling a gun on him and demanding he be thrown out. Even after Holden used a forbidden kinetic strike to save her grandfather from a fatal heart attack, the family still looked at him with pure disgust. Julia confined him to a cramped guest room, warning him to stay out of her life. To make matters worse, his other estranged fiancée, an elite military commander, barged into the penthouse just to throw an annulment in his face. "You are a pathetic, bottom-feeding parasite! You have no ambition. You hide in this woman's apartment like a stray dog. You are entirely beneath me." She mocked him in front of Julia, completely blind to the fact that Holden had just effortlessly incapacitated her Tier-1 operative with a single strike. They all thought he was just a greedy, low-class thug clinging to their wealth. They had no idea they were mocking an apex predator who commanded the city's underground and hunted mutant monsters for sport. When Julia forced him to attend a high-society yacht party as part of a trap to publicly humiliate him, Holden just smirked and took a sip of his cheap beer. He was more than happy to play along, already calculating exactly how he was going to tear their arrogant little world apart.