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He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

Now he just smiled coldly and watched me, as if he thought I was … “Devon, I would never betray you. I don’t know why you think I might have betrayed you, but I love you, I always will. I would never stop loving you.” I declared in a shaky voice. My eyes searched his, begging him to believe me. Devon laughed cruelly. “Karen, my little sweetheart. You have known my gentle side for too long. I have protected you, provided for you, cared for you, but now, you would know why I’m the most ruthless billionaire in the country. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, I would shatter your heart, destroy you, and the worst thing is –”

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

"Even if he's domineering? Even if he's terrifyingly manipulative and completely controls the situation?" "Girl, he's offering her a fresh start, her dream career back, absolute financial freedom, and a million-dollar exit cheque!" Maya gushed, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Plus, in those stories, the terrifying, brooding billionaire is always secretly down bad for the heroine! It’s toxic, it’s dramatic, it’s dark romance perfection! Who turns down a billionaire knight in a dark suit?" Celine let out a soft, exasperated sigh, shaking her head at her friend's hopeless obsession with domineering men and dramatic romance tropes. "You're absurd."

The Nurse muttered on as she scanned through a plethora of files, then she paused, “Wait, isn’t she the wife of that handsome billionaire?” “Ex wife.” Diaz corrected, hoping she would hurry up before they got caught. “Yeah right.” The Nurse nodded, “I heard he cheated on her. That poor thing.” Rolling his eye now, annoyed more than ever, “Well….there’s every side of a story.” She snorted, a rude gesture, he frowned as she went through the cabinet behind her until she whipped out a file. She pointed it at him and when he tried to reach it, she took it back, “An extra two hundred.”

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."

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

Raven's smile tightened but she backed off, taking a seat across from where Cassian gestured for me to sit. "Sophia," Cassian said, his eyes never leaving mine. "This is Cristian, my brother. And Dante, my business partner." The younger man, Cristian, nodded curtly. His eyes raked over me with open suspicion. Dante smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, Sophia.” I settled into my chair, ignoring Raven's eyes burning into me from across the table. I shook Cristian’s hand and then Dante. “Nice to meet you two. I didn't know Cassian had any friends, or even a brother.”

He smirked. "Hmmm... Marriage on paper doesn't have that luxury." He knelt on the bed his leg on either side of me. When he gets this close it tends to get hot. "I can afford it Helena. Don't get forget I'm the billionaire in the room." He's confident. I don't scare him. I like that.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.