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He whispers. I bit my lip, chuckling a little. ”Yeah sorry about that, I don’t make a habit of falling into billionaires laps.” He frowned. ” I hope not.” I look up and into those eyes. Those beautiful bright eyes that were as hard as ice, but somehow I managed to melt into. He was so handsome, my heart was beating a million miles an hour. His lips pulled up a little into a smile, a genuine smile... dare I say. My heart nearly stops.

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

He was a wealthy, charismatic billionaire with no shortage of exceptional women vying for his attention. "I must admit, Louis, this place is magnificent," Vivian responded, her voice tinged with excitement and uncertainty. "But I can't help but wonder if it's all just an enchanting facade." Louis reached across the table, gently grasping Vivian's hand. "I know what you are thinking, Vivian, but I assure you that everything I say is true." Vivian looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity in his gaze. She felt herself drawn into his wealth and allure world, teeming with temptations and dangers.

She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but she also felt a growing determination to explore the depths of their connection and discover the true desires of their hearts. Olivia was deep in thought, her internal conversation about her life, her desires, and her connection with Nathaniel continuing to occupy her mind. She stood by the poolside, looking undistracted at the interplay between wealth and complexity when she felt a vibration in her hand. Startled, she pulled her phone from her pocket and saw a notification that took her breath away. It was a message from her bank, indicating a significant credit alert. Her heart raced as she opened the m

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

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

“I mean, look around you. Does this come cheap? Just a few million. It's not that big of a deal” “Oh my god, Maren. You're one of them now.” Nella said with a hearty smile on her face. "I don't get it. One of them?” "Those bastards with a one glass thingy on their eyes with fancy walking sticks, bitch. You're one of those billionaires now. You're unstoppable!” “Hey, not so fast, baby steps.” Maren said, though deep down, she'd repeated those words over and over in her head. “This isn't baby steps, Maren. This is massive” she took a sip of her drink as silence engulfed both of them with only the sound of the rustling trees and chirping of birds being heard.

I blurted out, pointing at him. Quickly, I lowered my accusing finger. My cheeks burned hot and red and I looked at my feet. Alistair chuckled. He was remarkably fit and healthy for a man that had been on his deathbed a few weeks before. "Yes, with a family of billionaires spread all over the world, it is hard to get them all together in one place," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I don't understand," I said, furrowing my brow. "Sometimes, the only way to get them all together is by creating a tragedy. From time to time, if I pretend to be deathly ill, I get them all in one place and can catch up with them," he said, laughing and tilting his head back.

Just getting out of the cab on her way back from lunch under the scorching sun made her feel like air had been sucked out of her lungs. She was leaving for France in a week, she hope she would survive that long. Days when the heat were so intense could make anyone hate NYC, but in spite of everything, Emma couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else. The atmosphere, the restaurants, and the unending excitements... Even the mansion at the west sixty-seventh street that she nearly went bankrupt to buy about two years ago. She had spent every penny she had to remodel it,and best to say, she didn't regret the decision one bit. The place was simply everything she ever wanted in a house.