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Amelie had said I needed heart surgery, but I knew we couldn’t afford it. I don’t know if Mom and Dad were looking out for us or if fate just decided to reward nice people, but something happened that would change our lives forever. In walked Nathan Michaels like a prince on his trusty steed. Amelie and Nathan had a whirlwind romance, and Nathan just happened to be a billionaire. I had my surgery, and we went from living in a bug-infested apartment to a two-floor penthouse apartment. What was to come next, though, was even more surprising.

It was titled: "THE BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: RE-MIX." ​"In this version," the Co-Writer explained, a cruel smile touching her lips, "Julian stays the 'Broke Nephew.' But You, Nora... you become the Billionaire. You become the one with the power, the one with the secrets, and the one who has to decide if you can love a man who has nothing but a mousy-haired boy and a familiar face." ​The Co-Writer tapped the contract. ​Suddenly, Nora’s sweatshirt turned into a $10,000 blazer. The cramped apartment didn't turn into a penthouse; it stayed a dump, but Nora was now standing in it holding a Black American Express Card and a legal deed to the entire London block.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: To My Amazing Readers, I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you who has joined Sienna and Noah on their epic love journey in "The Billionaire's Dangerous Games". Your enthusiasm, support, and love for this story have meant the world to me. Your investment in Sienna and Noah's love story has been a constant source of inspiration, motivating me to pour my heart and soul into their journey. I'm thrilled that you've laughed, cried, and cheered alongside them as they navigated the ups and downs of their whirlwind romance.

“Just the beautiful ones.” And just like that I snapped out of my trance and was back to reality. I was back in the elevator and before me, was the infamous playboy billionaire, Kareem Finnegan. Ding! “Have a good day Mr. Finnegan,” I hurried out of the elevator; without looking back for a second, I made my way to my car and drove off. --------------------------------- La Creperie always smelt like spring and roast duck.

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.

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.

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us—he was nothing like I expected. I’d imagined a rough looking man with brown teeth but he was the complete opposite. But why did he seem so familiar? Have we met? “Please,” I whispered. “I don't want to marry.” I covered my face with my palms. He paused, staring intensely at me. “Do you have twenty million then?” He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the small silence.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

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."