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I wasn't gold digging but what were the odds that I would end up in the arms of a secret billionaire after getting jilted. For the love of me! The universe must have auditioned me for a comedy show. Taking my hand in his and planting a kiss on it. “Get in my lady.” He said with a courtesy bow like the noble me I was sold, taken. Take me, just for tonight, I'm in.

May POV It’s strange how quickly silence can become a kind of noise. In the days after everything collapsed, the quiet in my hotel room felt like punishment. No Saint running through the hallways. No morning toast crumbs. Just me, the buzz of my phone vibrating across the table, and headlines that painted me into something I wasn’t. The tape had done its job. The world had decided. May Hemlings: homewrecker, liar, opportunist. The woman who “tricked” a billionaire into bed and stayed close to his son to get a second chance.

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

We looked at each other and he gestured for me to shake hands with his client. I nodded at him and shook hands with her for a brief moment. Madam took a step back and was in awe as she looked at the two guys in front of her. She said, “It’s amazing to see two young billionaires together. And what’s even more amazing is that both are from the same family. I heard that your businesses are known as sister companies. It must be a delight to have each other in the same business.” I pressed my lips firmly as I turned towards the brothers. Both chuckled shyly with what they heard.

One's friend was other's enemy. But what worse thing happened was that Gaura and Ronnie fell in love. When Samuel find out about it, it was too late. He did everything to stop this marriage but here they were getting married in 12 hours. The marriage wasn't easy for both of them. If Gaura and Samuel didn't like each other then their families were also business rivals. It was a long way but Gaura and Ronnie won this war. Samuel call her two faced bitch as she acts totally different in front of Ronnie. He hated her and if it was possible he would have killed her in the past. But he was a nice person who was against violence against women but Gaura had different views.

He got work to do and one of them is to deal with Vernice, the only woman who had the nerve to go against his boss. Tristan took his cigarette case, grab another stick, and lit it up. He was playing with its smoke while eyeing the Newton balls on his table. He still can't figure out why Vernice stood him up on their wedding day. No matter how he thinks about it, it was a favorable deal for the woman. Even before they got engaged, she was already given fifty million dollars for whatever expenses she has. A few days after that, a 10-carat diamond Cartier ring and documents for a villa under her name were sent to her.

"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

She was worried and requested that I tighten the security in my house and be very careful. "I've prepared some delicious food, mother. Should I bring it for you to eat?" I asked. She laughed and asked me to bring the food. I went to the kitchen and brought the food. She ate, and we began another discussion. "I met this beautiful girl while I was relaxing at Lagos Beach. Her beauty and physique were unmatched. Mother, I think I love this girl," I opened up to my mother, and she laughed. "Are you sure you're not just carried away by obsession? Why would you see a woman for the first time and start loving her? That's strange!" My mother understood the kind of person I was. I was the kind of bil

“Want some advice?” Not from him, but I didn’t want to be rude to the person who was going to fix my problem, so I smiled and nodded. “Sure, what’s the advice?” “He’s got a lot on his plate right now. A lot of things for him to wrap his mind around. It’s not every day you find out your girlfriend is the daughter of a mafia boss. When it comes to this whole picture stuff, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” For a moment it almost felt like he had a heart. But then I looked into his eyes; his dark, cold eyes, and was reminded that the Lionsmen didn’t have hearts.