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He chuckles, a rumbling sound that has my inner muscles contracting and my pulse spiking. He more seriously contends, “You’re amazingly beautiful, Nikki.” “No more beautiful than any other woman you’ve been with,” I simply state. He is, after all, a billionaire. Intelligent. Refined. And—not that I need to fixate on this once more, but I can’t help myself… He’s magnificent from head to toe. Granted, I realize that none of this encompasses the full extent of my attraction to him. Jameson Richards is the type of person who seeps into your soul, whether you’ve welcomed them there or not. He’s inherently honed to take over, to consume you.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, Kenna.” “That’s because you have a warped mind, Xander and think the lowest of the low about me. You always did. All I was to you was a commodity for your girlfriend, Violet.” She chuckles. I am angry now, how dare she even refer to Violet as my girlfriend. She is not and I do not intend to have one for a very long time. Sure, at some point I will need to think about remarrying, I need an heir to carry on with my business, the empire I have built with hard work, blood, sweat and yes some tears along the way. I have sacrificed so much to be able to be successful and one of the richest billionaires in the Americas and taking Europe by storm.

The room was spacious, with a luxurious four-poster bed draped in silk sheets, inviting us to indulge in our passion. Anton turned to me, his eyes darkening with desire. "You look incredible," he murmured, taking in my beauty. I wore a silk robe, tied loosely around my body, hinting at the curves beneath. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and my lips were plump and inviting. "I can't wait any longer," he added, his voice hoarse with need.

And I know from now on, we will live happily with each other, together with our twins Xian and Xasha, as I have realized that love indeed moves in a mysterious way. The End *** Author’s Note Wife for Hire is the second billionaire romance book I completed writing. And I am proud of myself because of that. *pats myself at the back* Supposedly, this is my first billionaire romance book. It took me a couple of months to finish this book since I first wrote this before Paid to the Billionaire. Yet, I don’t know how and why but I managed to finish the latter first.

Instead, as I stepped inside, a sharp awareness slithered down my spine. I didn’t belong here. The room was bathed in golden light, the faint scent of fresh roses lingering in the air. But beneath the floral sweetness, something richer lurked—money, power, exclusivity. It dripped from the silk-draped furniture, the gold-trimmed mirrors, the towering shelves filled with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. But none of it was as overwhelming as her. Serena Lancaster. The celebrity model. She didn’t just belong in this world—she ruled it.

] Who wanted to read those! Just as she was about to refuse, Christina had already sent back a long list—all links. Just from the titles alone, it was obvious they were steamy billionaire romance novels. Christina, how old are you to still be obsessed with billionaire romance novels!

“I can trust you, yes? I don't play with my family. It's everything to me.” I allow the ghost of a smile to grace my face. An image forming in my mind of doe-eyed woman with long auburn hair, electric blue eyes, and a delicateness that I want to destroy. “Of course, Vlad. Family is a top priority for me too.” This seems to please the russian billionaire and the meeting ends with him beaming like a kid and trying to hug me. Luckily, Liam intercepts him before I do something to wreck our business, like break his arm for trying to touch me.

I leaned forward, squinting through the gloom. "Gabriel Moreau," Pedro said. He actually put his phone down. "The wine magnate. His family owns half of France and all of Napa. He’s... well, he’s the Great Wall of China. Unbreakable. He doesn’t do bars. He doesn’t do scandals. He definitely doesn't do actresses." "He looks like he’s judging the air for not being high-quality enough," Brittany added.

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.