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“A few months ago, I thought I’d never want to be seen again. Now I’m here, eating lunch by a river like a normal person.” “That’s the point,” I said. “You don’t have to disappear to start over.” He nodded, but his eyes looked far away, like something was still weighing on him. When they got back, her phone was buzzing nonstop. Notifications, missed calls, messages. She frowned. “What’s wrong?” Rand asked. She scrolled, her expression shifting fast — confusion, shock, then something colder. She turned the screen toward him. His face was on it. A photo of him from the café. Headline: “Disgraced Billionaire Rand Calloway Resurfaces in London — Spotted Living with Unknown Woman.”

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

she said, "but we've got a board to demolish." --- Downstairs, the situation room was buzzing. Elodie had brought in a snarky British hacker named Marcus-who insisted on being called Ghost. He wore mismatched socks and chewed on a lollipop like a six-year-old criminal genius. "So," Ghost said, projecting files across the smart wall, "your board of directors isn't just greedy. They're ambitious. Which is worse. Turns out a few of them have been funneling assets to a rival conglomerate run by-wait for it-Adrien Laurent."

“You’re kidding.” “I was… distracted.” Imogen winced. “He’s ridiculously good-looking. And I was… not exactly in my right mind.” Selena pressed a hand to her forehead, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “Imogen Warren. Billionaire heiress. CEO. And still you let your hormones outwit your brain.” “I never said I was perfect.” Imogen chuckled weakly, scrolling through her untouched call log. “What if he doesn’t call?”

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

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."

I asked "Yep and why do you sound surprised" "Nothing" I replied. He pressed a button on the car key and a Jeep beeped. He opened the door and I got inside. "This is the least of my cars" he said. "What!!!! I said almost screaming. "Yep! I have thirty five cars while Michael has fifty cars. "Jeez!!!! I finally screamed. These guys are filthy rich. Well what was I expecting from New York's youngest billionaire. James started the car and we drove off.?" I asked.

“And if you need clarification on anything, Aaron will explain it in detail.” I glanced at the man beside him. “He’s also my attorney,” Nicolai added. I nodded once and pulled the contract closer. The bold words at the top made my breath catch instantly: Marital Agreement Contract Parties: Nicolai Moreau & Nova Pierce My pulse quickened. I forced myself to keep reading. Most of it was exactly what I expected from someone like him—an elite billionaire. Terms of discretion. Conduct expectations. Infidelity clauses. Clean. Calculated. Predictable.

“Five point five.” Dominic’s lips curved. Small. Dangerous. He stood up. Slow. Walked to the edge of the stage. Looked up at Lena. Their eyes met. He spoke loud enough for the room to hear. “Ten million.” Gasps. Whispers. Chairs shifting. The auctioneer cleared his throat. “Ten million from Mr. Kane. Do I hear ten point five?” Nobody moved. Lena’s cunt clenched hard around nothing. Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg.