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The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

“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.

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

Tessa asked, sounding concerned. “Nothing. Everything still feels unreal. The jewelry, the designer clothes, everything,” she responded. “You know who you married, girl. It’s Damian Blackwood, the youngest billionaire and hot guy,” Tessa screamed, almost hurting her ears. “So many people think your marriage is loveless, given what happened between you and him in the past. I still can’t believe my friend married Damian.” Elara was silent. What others were thinking was right. They were right about their marriage. They both hated each other, but they didn’t have a choice but to marry and make use of themselves.

“Zoe and I spend the days together and sometimes, I sleep here without you even noticing. Like I said, pay more attention, Avery.” Avery rolled his eyes and snatched the novel from her hands so that she could look at him while talking. He achieved his aim. “Aren’t you going or the gala?” He asked calmly, inspecting the cove page of her novel and groaning when he saw the picture of two almost naked man and woman. She wasn’t supposed to be reading this. Was she supposed to be reading this? “I am not a part of your company so I have no business with your stupid gala, even mum is not going.”

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

Despite my attempts to comprehend Barra's proposition, the idea of teaching a billionaire the art of seduction remained a perplexing puzzle. Why would a billionaire need such lessons? Wouldn't they typically hire professionals for such matters? Images of billionaires, both from real life and fiction, flashed through my mind. In novels, billionaires were often depicted as attractive, towering figures of wealth. If that's the type Barra was referring to, well, it might not be such a bad idea after all. Who am I kidding? That was wishful thinking. In reality, billionaires were often older, appearing worn-out and stressed. The likelihood of encountering a young, handsome billionaire was slim, ma

Additionally, going forward, not all stories will have bonuses. On to the main matter: I want a light book for my next project, something that doesn’t make me teary while writing and also, I want to leave the woods for the big city for a while, so I thought, why not get high blood pressure and delve into the world of greedy mother-in-laws and audacious husbands in My next book, a billionaire romance, ‘Trillionaire After Divorce’. It should be out by January if all factors are cooperative; it will not be as tragic as this one, but it will still have some darkness...and tons of romantic angst. I’ll tell you this in advance: be ready to throw hands at audacities!

"Let's just enjoy our lunch and then you can have the rest of the day off." I nodded, relieved that the subject had been dropped. I was starting to have feelings for Alexander, but I didn't want to get too involved with a man who was my boss and also a billionaire. I didn't want to lose sight of my own goals and dreams, and I didn't want to feel like I owed him anything because of his wealth. After finishing our meals, Alexander signaled for the check and paid for it without looking at the bill. As we stepped out of the restaurant, I decided to bring up the issue of the rumors once again.