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"He'll pay me after the contract ends. I've already received half the money, which is $500,000." "This is insane! Why would he spend such a huge amount just for that bet?" Grace asked in disbelief. "I don't know," Daisy admitted, "But, Grace, that's not something I need to worry about. What matters is that Axel isn't causing any harm to me. As you saw, he protected me when I was being bullied. Moreover, he saved me from the human traffickers, and he will pay me. My job is just to pretend to be his girlfriend for two weeks. After the contract ends, I'll have the money for us to move to a better place."

I said chuckling. "You can't," "Wanna bet on that?" I asked leaning back in the chair. "Alright....if you and your dick can be in a relationship with one woman, no side hoes just fucking, talking, dating doing everything with one woman; I will set you up with the Preston deal," "You serious?" I asked knowing that deal was worth more than every deal I made for the last two years and would probably give me the big break I needed as an architect. "Yeah I'm serious,"

And now, she was a threat to the business I had built from scratch. I had been so sure I was making the right decision by picking Natalia over her. After all, what she portrayed was a worthless woman who was only good for being on her knees. And she was so good at it. So I thought I had upgraded. I thought I had won when I offered her a chance of being my side piece to warm my bed whenever I wanted, a chance to still be in my life. But she chose to marry Damian Moretti. A man who had a net worth of over 20 billion dollars. A man who could give her the world.

Ethan said flatly. His voice was full of disgust. “Obsession often is,” Cole said. “Vanessa and Dylan were paid. Large amounts of money were funneled through that shell company. They didn’t share Sienna’s obsession, but they were happy to profit from it.” “Who funded the shell company?” I asked. “Theo never found the original source.” Cole’s expression changed slightly. “He did, actually. Yesterday.” Everyone straightened. “It traces back to a private account,” Cole said carefully. “Belonging to someone named Gerald Whitmore.”

"The initial release was fifty million dollars. But Bernard, that's just the beginning. The total trust fund is worth over two hundred million dollars, and she'll receive additional payments as she meets other conditions." Two hundred million dollars. The number was so large I couldn't even comprehend it. My ex-wife, the woman I had controlled and belittled for five years, was worth more money than I could ever dream of having. "What other conditions?" I asked weakly. "Things like starting her own business, helping other women in similar situations, making charitable contributions," Tony said. "It's designed to encourage her to live a meaningful, independent life." I slumped into the chair,

Most rich people are like that, but some have hard-earned money, so I can’t tell now. I’m baffled. Whatever there are one hundred thousand dollars at stake. I require money; I just lost my job. “So you’re in for the bet?” “Yes, I told you I’m bored. I’ll do anything to get rid of boredom.” “And bet a huge amount of money?” “Why one hundred thousand dollars?” “Don’t you want it?” “No, I’m just asking if you’ll bet that much money.” “I’m not cheap, miss.” I don’t bet a cent, so go on.”

"I was starting to think that you would spend the rest of the night with your client." Madison turned to look at her, her stomach rumbling at the sight of the food. "You know I never spend the night no matter what." She answered, but she wished she had. "So, tell me, how was it?" Betty's eyes lit up as she dropped the plate of pasta on the table. She was also a stripper, but not nearly as popular as Madison. Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money.

Why would he say he was married in the first place? He approached the window, his hands in his pockets, and he stared out the window. Outside his office, he could see what was going on. He couldn't wait to get back home and embrace Beth. Beth is a high-end fashion designer who works with high-end clients. He was pleased with the lady she had grown into. She was the type of person who didn't rely on her parents' money, despite the fact that her family owned a large fashion company. She still had to establish herself.

At least, she was grateful for her job in his beautiful home. Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime.

“This is my friend Matthew Evans, and this is the famous Mr. John Kelly, author of several bestsellers.” “Your godfather, young lady. Just let it out at least once.” “Yeah… Mr. Kelly is right.” She articulated slowly. She had kept her origin, as well as all known members of her immediate and distant family, a secret for years. She wouldn't want anybody, ever accusing her of having gained something not with her hard work, but because of her family, connections, etc. “Can we keep our relationship a secret, Mr. Kelly, please?” She pleaded.