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Victoria Island Billionaires The Complete Series MARICRUZ ROSALES A Second Chance At Love The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby Nanny To The Billionaire's Daughter The Billionaire's Revenge From One Night To Forever Copyright © 2019 by Maricruz Rosales All Rights Reserved. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. All incidents are pure invention. A SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE Blurb Romance is in the air in the exotic Victoria Island with its endless lakes and lagoons and the vast Atlantic Ocean!

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But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

The elevator ride to the top floor felt too slow. Lila’s heels clicked nervously on the polished marble. Her fingers clutched the leather folder in her arms like it was armor. Her resume was perfect. Her GPA flawless. Her recommendations glowing. But nothing prepared her for him. Julian Cross. CEO of Cross & Vale. Billionaire. Forty-two. Built an empire from dust and ruthlessness. Every article called him a genius. Every whispered office rumor called him cold. Calculating. Intimidating. Impossible to work under.

I leaned forward, squinting through the gloom. "Gabriel Moreau," Pedro said. He actually put his phone down. "The wine magnate. His family owns half of France and all of Napa. He’s... well, he’s the Great Wall of China. Unbreakable. He doesn’t do bars. He doesn’t do scandals. He definitely doesn't do actresses." "He looks like he’s judging the air for not being high-quality enough," Brittany added.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Elena The city lights were dim outside the car window as I clenched my hands in my lap, sweating despite the air conditioning in the car. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the choice I was about to make—a choice that felt more like a death sentence. I have been here before. The towering glass building. The suffocating scent of wealth and power. But tonight was different. Tonight, I was selling my soul. I tried my best to dismiss any second thoughts but I couldn’t help but think that I was making a mistake. Maybe I was. But did I really have a choice? The elevator ride to the top floor crawled at a slow pace. My worn-out dress felt like a second skin of shame among the sleek business