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Troy's voice reached her ear. "Okay. I'll be down in a minute," Alana replied, ending the call, standing, and grabbing her bag. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror. She wore a sky blue two-piece set a sweetheart top and flared pants. Her bum and hips looked perfect in the pants, and the top revealed a small amount of cleavage. Satisfied with her look, she left the room. Troy stood by his car, viewing the majestic building. He was surprised Alana lived here alone, in such an expensive penthouse building. He recalled that Roman Ashford, one of the richest men in America and the richest in New York, also lived in here.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

I inhale the scent of jasmine and the hint of lavender from the vibrant courtyard surrounding the tiled and fenced terrace as a server brings us crêpes and a fresh round of mimosas. Ria and I “cheers” and sip. Then I drop my bombshell, conspiratorially telling her, as I lean toward her on the opposite side of our white-linen-cloth-topped table, “The debt’s been settled. We’re free and clear.” She gapes. Understandably so. I sit back and give her a reassuring smile. And silently thank Jameson Richards for coming to my rescue. Our rescue, actually. Ria’s name wasn’t on the note, but she was most definitely involved.

“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.

“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.

It was true she was treated terribly in her old marriage, begged him to stay even, thinking of her former pathetic self only brought a sour taste to her mouth. She was head over heels in love with him then, Janine might find it hard to believe but the first year of her marriage was one or the best things that ever happened to her. Justin wasn’t a billionaire then, but they were far from poor as he had a lucrative position in her father’s company before venturing off to start his own.

“Please, just a minute. I swear—” “No.” I stepped back. “Daniel, I’m already in trouble because of you. Please—go.” But of course, Daniel never listened. “Trouble?” he asked, frowning. “With that old man you married?” I clenched my teeth. “Don’t call him that.” Daniel scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s the truth, Nova. You think I don’t know what this is? You married a billionaire—what, two months after you were working as a maid? People talk. I’ve heard things.”

Raphael concluded on his thoughts "You are right, girls go after money. At least, Jennifer will. Since she was young, she has been pampered with money. She had many boyfriends that do give her money too" Mrs Tom commented " More so, she should not be pitied. She us not your substitute, Rachel. Mr Raphael paid all your inherited debt and saved you from marrying the old man but then Mr Victor webr ahead and lose a lot of money to betting. Only nr Calvin cab get oay yys debts so Mr Calvin will marry his daughter for that" Mrs Tom concluded. Rachel felt gratitude to Raphael but she was still angry so she didn't key it show on her face.