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Who else would skim through a strange woman like that? “Pardon me. Ugh… Hello! I’m Renerio Borroni, CEO of Pinnacle Group of Companies,” he said while extending his hand. I zoned out the moment I heard his name. Renerio Borroni. The name itself was the brand in the world of fashion. Denver and Renerio both were rivals. Last year Pinnacle company managed to bag the biggest sponsorship, leaving Denver’s company behind. Renerio always steamed the headlines for his playboy image. He changed his girlfriends like clothes and that was why he was always the talk of the town.

It’s never enough. This is what Daniel believes in. According to him an insatiable hunger is the key to success. And it was his hunger to get more that fuelled him to take his company to new heights. No wonder, he graced time to time on the cover pages of many business magazines and sometimes fashion’s too. Daniel may look like a Greek God but he is actually a devil in disguise. He is a hungry devil who never gets enough. His subordinates fear and respect him, his competitors envy him, girls fantasize him, and the youngsters aspire to be like him. Not being an easy person, people called him names. People called him ruthless, selfish, controlling freak, psycho and what not. He was all of them

“We just hit another sales milestone!” I turned to find her beaming at her screen like a proud parent. “How many units?” “Too many to count,” she said, grinning. “Obsidian Bloom is a full-blown bestseller. Across two continents.” My heart swelled. After everything we’d been through—betrayal, sabotage, secrets—it felt surreal to be standing here, not just surviving, but thriving. Jessica stood and tossed me a mini chocolate bar from her desk drawer. “We deserve a celebration.”

DANTE. They all held their breath, waiting as the MC continued. I was so sure about her winning so I relaxed. Being able to spot success was one great trait I had as a businessman. "This author racked over six hundred million sales on light reading apps and two hundred million in paperback sales within two months of release—" Cinnamon grabbed her sister's other hand. "—I am honored to present this award to Khole Wealth, known to her readers and to literature—" the MC smiled, "—as Lana Steele."

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

In just two weeks since its publication, this masterpiece has taken the literary world by storm, leaving readers spellbound with its powerful storytelling and captivating prose. The impact of "Fragrance of Love" has been nothing short of extraordinary. The numbers speak for themselves: an astonishing one million copies of the ebook have already been sold, with additional 100,000-plus orders for the paperback pouring in. This remarkable achievement has catapulted the Pattinson Publication House, led by CEO Michael, to new heights, solidifying its position as the most successful publishing house in recent times.

She just thought it would be easy, but her mind and body were telling her different things. Hela was a very active little girl. She is different from the other baby in that she doesn’t cry when you give her food or a toy. Instead, she stays quiet in the corner. Hela, you can’t get her to do what you want with anything but her mother’s breast. She gets what she wants. That’s how hard the baby is to please. But it’s fun to take care of her smart daughter, so it’s nice to do that. You can always tell when a baby is smart, and Hela is already smart at such a young age.

she demanded. “Lawson Reynolds.” The name hit her like a blow. Amelia stared at him. “The billionaire?” “Yes.” “The Lawson Reynolds?” she asked again, disbelief flooding her voice. “The ruthless businessman? The one they call the Ice King of Los Angeles?” Philip nodded slowly. “He’s the only one willing to invest.” “And why would someone like him care about your failing company?” she asked, already dreading the answer. “He doesn’t,” Philip said quietly. “Not really.”

"Besides, what would we write about? He and I are both entrepreneurs and we both invest in real estate, but his financial statement has a few more zeros in it than mine." "Oh cut it out," said Danny, "you've sold over 26 million copies of your books. You're well known all over the world. You've been in The New York times best seller list for five years. Five years! Only three other books have been on that long. Don't sell yourself short. You are both best-selling authors." "Yeah." He responded sheepishly. "But he still has more zeros and commas. His buildings are taller. He has a prime-time television show. We both play Golf - but he owns golf courses. What would we write about?"