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CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

My chest fills with so much sadness for the beautiful but wretched billionaire. I end up weeping silently all the way home.

But in her frantic haste to escape, one of her heel caught the hem of her dress, sending her stumbling forward while losing control of her movement— And straight into the broad chest and the towering figure of a handsome man. Her glass slipped from her fingers and the wine spilled, the liquid splashing across his perfectly tailored suit and the white shirt underneath. The room stilled. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Michelle’s eyes widened in horror, slowly trailing up to meet the piercing and cold gaze of none other than Raymond Hawthorne—the ruthless billionaire CEO whose mere presence commanded fear and respect. His sharp, chiseled jaw tensed as he glanced down at his ruin

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.” I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real. Not the billionaire and the artist. Just Rand and Elena. And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

Michael backs down and strolls to his seat defeatedly. "That's was so sensual. The highest bid tonight goes to Nina and Austin. Congratulations" He steps down from the stage just as one of Austin's songs starts playing. He walks to where I stood and held my hands as we dance. "One million dollars is too much for a dance. Don't you think?. Austin?" "One million dollars is not too much to feed the needy. Nina?. This is not about you. Is charity" "But........................." "No buts! Let's enjoy the dance that I pay a huge sum for" His face hardening slightly. I kept my mouth shut and continue dancing still Lilian and Danny join us, then the dance floor was filled with people.

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

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.

"I'm not one to go with the crowd." Cullen's eyes locked onto mine, his expression intense. He seemed to be pondering his question carefully before he finally spoke. "I see... So tell me, would you marry me if I wasn't a billionaire?" Cullen asked, his voice filled with curiosity. His question caught me off guard, and for a moment, my mind raced to find the right words. I had to compose myself and give an answer that wouldn't implicate me or reveal my true feelings. "Well," I began, trying to choose my words carefully, "I believe that love should be the foundation of every relationship. So far, I'm genuinely in love with you, Cullen. Your financial status is just an added bonus."