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Recently, she was getting used to appreciating her marriage ring, adding to her extremely exotic appearance. Without hesitation, Anderson unwrapped the envelope and peeked in. Wow! It was a little erotic novel, his eyes immediately caught by a well-designed cover of a half–naked, slutty–looking girl. With that, he smiled, raised her fingers into his lips and kissed them gently. “You don't have to thank me before reading what's inside!” she leaned into his ear, and chuckled. Thenceforth, he nodded and opened it. Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs.

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

He was going to have her. "I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just came here to binge and buy a few novels." Kane wanted to laugh at her incredible smart skills, hell, that woman was trending on the screen, the most beautiful out of the Denver Triplets. His assistant was saying something, but Kane was already halfway gone towards the woman behind the counter.

He might be a billionaire, but he was also the man that had struggled, he was also the man that had known pain. And Abigail knew that those two things together, could be an amazing force for good. After all, look at her, look at Lyall. They had suffered, and so, they were willing to endure great personal hardships to stop that same suffering in others. Abigail knew that was Mark's heart, too. Abigail knew he was better than her, than Lyall, than all of them put together. And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history.

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Also, if you'd like to know Sylvia's secret, it'll be in the next book, titled PLEASING THE BILLIONAIRE, set to release on NOVEMBER 26, 2022. Insight into the series: TITTLE: The Ruthless Billionaires Book One: A Contract with the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Two: Pleasing the Billionaire (upcoming) Book Three: (still a work in progress) Also, don’t forget to vote with gems and leave your comments and reviews on the book’s page. They help me grow as an author.

“How long has it been? He asked. “A month, would you be coming back to New York after the gala?” “Yes, I finished my work. Now who is this beauty standing beside you? He turned towards Acadia with the all too familiar mischievous look and asked.” “This is the new content writer, Acadia.” I replied nonchalantly and reached out to grab a glass of wine to calm my rising nerves. “Ah, you look stunning. You are effortlessly the most beautiful in the room. Are you free tomorrow morning? I’m sure Dante wouldn’t mind if I take you out for breakfast if its okay with you.” I gasped and choked on my drink.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

I nervously bit down on my lower lip and watched his expression as I slowly shook my head in response. “The event tonight is surely something special, exclusive to the highest echelons of society. From all corners of the globe, the most affluent and influential figures have come together in one place. It's a thought-provoking assembly that leaves many people feeling intimidated by its opulence and grandeur. But for some others, it's an opportunity to meet people from all walks of life who share similar backgrounds and aspirations; a chance to make genuine connections in this momentous space.” And what they said next made me drop my jaw on the ground. “Aiden, of all people, is the wealthiest