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"You look stunning tonight. Really. Old man Henderson won't be able to take his eyes off you." "I don't want Henderson looking at me, Julian," I muttered, holding the glass but not drinking. "Where is Dominic? Did he send a reply to the invitation?" Julian laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Dominic Mercer? Your brilliant legal guardian? Seraphina, the man is a billionaire CEO running a global empire. He hasn't looked at you twice since your father’s funeral. He’s probably in Tokyo or London right now, completely forgetting you even exist. Stop waiting for a savior who doesn't care."

It was like crawling hands on my skin, which creeped me the fuck out. With a slight shiver, I turned my back to them and leaned my elbows on the huge, wide mahogany front desk. I mean, the West family was rich, rich, because who on earth had a front desk in their family estate? Even the whole building itself sprawled as far as my eyes could reach. Yeah, they were a different kind of wealthy. Which was why it made absolutely no sense for Daniel to steal my company like he did. While we were making some steady growth in my company, it was nowhere near what the Wests had built. And that meant Daniel shouldn’t lack anything.

“Still, you have to admit, the research explains it.” I stopped. A congressman stood several feet away speaking quietly with two businessmen. “What explains what?” one asked. “Moreau marrying her.” My jaw tightened. The congressman shrugged. “She’s beautiful, certainly, but women like that are everywhere. This technology, though? Billions. Possibly trillions eventually. Without it, she’s still just some girl from a freight broker’s family who probably would’ve ended up in the Lottery.” Aaron appeared beside me. He’d heard it too. Wonderful. The other businessman frowned.

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Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

'Maybe I should have proved my masculinity' I thought continually. I pushed open the door after impatiently unlocking it, I settled on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief. I knew Linda was a hard nut to crack and I was ready to give it all it takes to get what belongs to me. Just then, the news caught my attention. I tilted my head forward, my attention keen on the television screen as I listened attentively. "...and in local news. Multi Billionaire, Reny George is interested in investing and partnering with private business owners, which promises international recognition and introduces foreign investors… "

“Did you even hear what just came out of your mouth? Did you actually hear yourself saying that you can afford what the Heiress of the Harrington family can afford?" I nodded without wasting a second. Then Zoey continued. “Don’t you know about the family you’re referring to? The Harrington family? The richest family in New York City? They own the most successful business empire in the entire country!" " Excuse you, Bianca, but everyone knows you’re broke. Stupid. Poor. A poverty-stinking bastard! So tell me, can you even spend one-fifth of what she would spend if she were here? The answer is NO!”

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg. The handler behind her slid three fingers into her pussy this time. Stretched her wide. Fucked her slow while everyone watched. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. Moans spilling out now. Loud. Shameless. “Ten million going once…” Dominic never looked away from her face. “Ten million going twice…” He mouthed one word. Mine. “Sold. To Mr. Kane for ten million dollars.” The room exploded in quiet applause. Some clapped. Some stared. Some already had hands in their dates’ laps.