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I miss Francesca and Roselina so much; soon, I'll have to talk to father about taking Francesca or the both of them. I miss Verona too. She even told me about the luncheon coming up just after my unwanted wedding ceremony. She and her husband, the duke, will be present at the function, and I'd love to be present at the process, but the thought of this good for nothing soon-to-be husband is making me mad. Must I get married to a billionaire like my father? I loved Maricielo so much; I'm a billionaire too. The thought of Marcielo makes me sad; I need to clear my head.

I said “I wish you a happy married life, goodbye” “Bye” Mara and Lily said We went out, entered the car, and zoomed off. ************************************************************** We soon reached Mara’s home after she showed me directions on how to get there. It was already late and Lily was asleep. “Ohh, we have reached “Mara said “goodnight then” “Mara wait” She stopped and stared at me.”I know that this marriage was forced into it or it may not have been something you want but I want us to try and work things out or even if we have to fake it, just for our daughter.”

"Wow, I must say I am still in shock, you getting married and to an Evans? , that's something I never thought of, you surprise me every day, but good luck man," "Thanks, Caleb," Rafael replied sipping his drink, he will marry Natalie and get what he wants, he had no plans of keeping the marriage, no marriage lasted forever, even his parent's marriage had crashed when his dad had lost everything, women-only loved money, as long as they are getting enough they are okay but when the money is no longer there they will run away, he knew Natalie was different, her father was a billionaire, she was born into money, which had attracted him to her in the first place, then he had found out she is the

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

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"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

Lillian said flatly, “in exchange for what.” His silence answered before his words did. “Marriage,” he said. The word settled heavily between them. Not romance. Not affection. Strategy. Lillian laughed once. It was not hysterical. It was sharp. “Absolutely not.” “You are already a target,” Nathaniel said. “Whether you accept this or not.” “I did not ask to be.” “No,” he agreed. “But Beatrice Whitmore has already claimed you in every way that matters except legally. Society sees it. The board sees it. Elena sees it.”

"What if it's just adrenaline? Trauma bonding? Stockholm syndrome?" "Then we'll figure that out together. In eleven months or eleven years or however long it takes." He tilted her face up to his. "Elena Castellano Ashford—yes, that's legally your name now—will you stay married to me? Not because of a will or money or threats, but because you want to?" Elena thought about it. Really thought about it. Six weeks ago, she was a broke art teacher in Vermont. Now she was married to a billionaire, had survived multiple assassination attempts, shot someone, and somehow fallen completely in love with a man who'd started by threatening her mother.

"Think, Sofia. Pride is a luxury only the rich can afford. And right now, you are the poorest person I know. Your ideals won't pay the creditors who will be here tomorrow to take even the chairs you sit on." "This is blackmail," she whispered, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "No. It's a business transaction," he corrected, his voice dropping to a dangerously intimate tone. "I offer the full settlement of your financial liabilities, a reserve fund for the atelier, and the guarantee that your father will have a dignified retirement. In return, you sign the marriage contract, move into my penthouse, and play the role of Mrs. Moretti for the media and my board. No sex, no emotional i

"Yes. Because that's who she's always been." Damiano was silent. "There's another possibility," he said. "Maybe you're the one who's good at acting." "No. "I shook my head. "Damiano, I'm telling you the truth. I never wanted to marry you, and I didn't want any of this; my father forced me. He said if I didn't go through with it, he would make sure I had nothing.” "A rich man's daughter with nothing," Damiano repeated. "That's a classic story."