What Is The Ending Of Trump: The Art Of The Deal?

"Sign it," he said. Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did. Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient. But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed. Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

TARA   A family custom forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.   Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition— a contract marriage.   So, what’s so different this time? The groom? Mad Shanewood— the achingly handsome, with waving red flags and an irrefutable passion.   But after a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I’m everything to him.   While the whole world is watching, our delicately fragile public image is at stake. And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?   ***   MAD   I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project. With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.   But Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She’s kind-hearted and sexy as hell, and something deep in her eyes makes me doubt if I’m worthy of her.    For me, it’s not just fixing my reputation— the entrancing deposed princess didn’t only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart.   Our goals may be aligned, but then there’s a disapproving father who is a King, constant threats around us, and a law that prevents us from getting married.   Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what’s been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?

My husband is poor. We've already been married for three years, but I've covered all our expenses during that time. Even when I'm interested in a cheap bag when we go shopping, he says it's too expensive. He tells me not to buy it. Later, I discover that he gives his first love a four-million-dollar diamond necklace for her birthday. It turns out he's not broke and heavily in debt—he's the heir to an affluent family with a net worth of billions of dollars.

When billionaire CEO Ethan Cole’s father cuts him off and demands he marry, he makes a desperate offer to his assistant a one-year fake marriage for five hundred million dollars. It was supposed to be business. No love. No emotions. No strings. But somewhere between the lies, the chaos, and the cameras… pretending stopped feeling fake.

My husband, who's a negotiation expert, allows his intern to recklessly anger some criminals. It causes me, the hostage, to suffer severe injuries in the explosion, and my right leg breaks because of it. Yet, my husband once again issues a letter of forgiveness for her. "My wife, as a reporter, ignored warnings and forced contact with the criminals to get the scoop. The main responsibility lies with her. Kimberly, being a newcomer, should not bear major fault." I don't cry or make a scene. I simply pull out a divorce agreement. However, he sneers at me. "I know you're just jealous and want me to comfort you, but don't cross the line." For the past three years, I've brought up the topic of divorce 47 times, and each time, he treats it like I'm just throwing a tantrum. But it's different this time. His name has already been signed on this divorce agreement. As long as I add my signature to it, it will take effect immediately.

Two hearts united as one; fusion. "Do you Audrey Dexter, take Ace Zimmer to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” “I do." She responded amidst smiles. "Do you Ace Zimmer, take Audrey Dexter to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till...” “I do.” He rudely interrupted the priest before flashing an apologetic, unapologetic smile. He was not-so-subtly trying to skip to the end as soon as possible. “I pronounce you man and wife.” The priest smiled, mirroring Audrey’s. “You may...” “We’d rather not do that.” He cut him short once more as he whispered. Audrey’s smile faltered for a split second at his comment. It was then it began to dawn on her that she’d carelessly hopped into a dangerous marriage with the billionaire boss.