ANMELDENHello Readers! Thank you so much for following Nova and Nicolai on their journey of love! I hope you all enjoyed the first story of the Billionaire Romance Collection! Up next, story #2: The Arrangement! Meet Dyanna Croft & Dante Westmore! Dyanna Croft—beautiful, street-smart, fiercely independent, and a self-taught architectural genius! She's got a sharp tongue, a heart of gold, and enough attitude to humble any arrogant billionaire. Dante Westmore—devilishly handsome, ridiculously wealthy, and an arrogant playboy accustomed to getting everything he wants. Except his father's approval. When a high-stakes card game brings these two unlikely worlds crashing together, sparks fly! But when Dante offers Dyanna five million dollars to become his wife, their battle of wits becomes a dangerous game of attraction. One contract. Two stubborn hearts. One rule: Don't fall in love!
Dyanna's POV“Marriage.”I blinked. Once. Twice.Then stared at the ridiculously handsome man sitting across from me as though he'd just announced he was purchasing the moon.Marriage? What the actual fuck?!“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Westmore…” I leaned forward, certain my ears were playing tricks on me. “But did you just say marriage?”His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.“That’s correct.”I froze.“As in…husband and wife?”He leaned back, looking thoroughly amused.“Is there another form?”My eyes widened.Oh, sweet baby Jesus.I gripped the armrest of my chair, slowly lowering myself back into it.“I…I don’t…”For perhaps the first time in my twenty-three years of existence, words completely failed me. And apparently, the arrogant bastard noticed.“Well, this is interesting.” His smirk widened. “I didn't think you were capable of becoming speechless. Is marrying me that much of an honor?”Oh, hell no!My head snapped up.“Listen here, Your Royal Arrogance. I'm not exactly sure what
Dyanna's POVFor a moment, the entire nightclub fell into an eerie silence.The handsome stranger descended the staircase with an almost frightening calmness. His movements were unhurried, his expression unreadable, and yet, everyone seemed to instinctively move out of his way.Well, damn. Just who the hell is this guy.As he approached, whispers began circulating throughout the crowd.“Isn't that Dante Westmore?”“Dante? What's he doing here?”“I haven't seen him at The Onyx in forever!”“I thought he was in West-Bay?”Dante Westmore…The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Whoever he was, judging by the terrified expressions surrounding me, he was clearly somebody important.Especially to the blond asshole still gripping my arm. His fingers began trembling before he slowly released me.I glanced down.Oh, hell no.Angry red marks covered my skin, and my arm throbbed painfully. I turned toward him.“You son of a—”I shoved him backward.“Hey! What the fuck d
Chapter 1: I Do! (Part 1).Dyanna's POV“And do you, Dante Westmore, take Dyanna Croft to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”“I do.”I do…he said those words with such clear conviction.His smile was perfect, his piercing blue eyes practically overflowing with love and devotion. Even his posture was flawless as he stood before me, looking every bit like a man marrying the woman of his dreams.If I hadn't known any better—“And do you, Dyanna Croft, take Dante Westmore to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer—”For richer or poorer… Rich. Funny. That was exactly how I got myself into this mess to begin with.....Two Weeks Earlier…“FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!”I nearly choked on my lemonade. Pete groaned, burying his face in his hands.“Five thousand, three hundred and fifty, to be exact.”Jesus Christ.It never ceased to amaz
Three Years Later…Nova’s POV“NICOLAI MOREAU!”“Coming, Honey-Bee!”I gripped the edge of our kitchen counter as another contraction rolled through my stomach.Oh, this little boy was definitely his father’s son!Stubborn, impatient, and apparently determined to make a grand entrance!“Okay, sweetheart. Mommy would really appreciate it if you could wait until we get to the hospital.”“Mommy?”I glanced down at Nadia, whose enormous green eyes stared up at me.“Yes, princess?”“Is baby brother coming?”I smiled through another uncomfortable breath.“Yes, sweetheart. Your baby brother is finally coming.”Her eyes widened.“REALLY?!”Before I could respond, she raced toward the staircase.“DADDY! BABY NAVI IS COMING!”I burst into laughter. Well, at least someone was excited. Nicolai appeared moments later, carrying our baby bags.“Alright, ladies! Everything’s ready.”I blinked.Well, would you look at that.My husband was surprisingly calm this time around. A stark contrast to Nadia’s
Nova-“IT'S A BOY!”“GIRL!”“BOY!”“Oh, for heaven's sake! Will you all stop shouting?!”I burst into laughter as Patrice attempted to restore order to what was supposed to be my elegant baby shower.Supposed to be.Four months had passed since the Supreme Court dismantled the Lottery System, and today, the Moreau estate looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.Thousands of ivory roses, blush peonies, and lavender hydrangeas decorated the magnificent gardens. Crystal butterflies hung from flowering arches, while golden ribbons fluttered above tables covered in exquisite desserts.A towering six-tier cake stood beneath a floral canopy, surrounded by miniature pastries, chocolate fountains, and beautifully wrapped favors.Even the fountains had been decorated with floating flowers.And the gifts?Good Lord.There were hundreds!Every Moreau relative imaginable had attended, along with my grandmother, members of Patrice's Crestwood family, distant cousins, aunts, uncles, and e
Nova-“Your Honors, for centuries, the Lottery System has operated under the illusion of opportunity. Today, the Republic intends to prove that it was never anything more than legalized exploitation.”Attorney General Carmen Vasquez stood confidently before the seven Supreme Court justices of South-Bay.“The Republic is petitioning for its complete and permanent abolition, along with the dissolution of its governing council.”The courtroom was packed.Beside me, Nicolai held my hand while Nathan, Patrice, Nate, Perra, Jessica, Chloe, and Aaron occupied the surrounding seats.Outside, hundreds of protesters crowded the courthouse steps.END THE LOTTERY!WOMEN ARE NOT PROPERTY!JUSTICE FOR THE FORGOTTEN!Reporters swarmed the pavement, interviewing survivors and their families.“I was sixteen when they selected me!” one woman cried into a microphone. “My husband beat me for eleven years! Where was this wonderful opportunity everyone keeps talking about?!”Another woman held a photograph







