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Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg. The handler behind her slid three fingers into her pussy this time. Stretched her wide. Fucked her slow while everyone watched. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. Moans spilling out now. Loud. Shameless. “Ten million going once…” Dominic never looked away from her face. “Ten million going twice…” He mouthed one word. Mine. “Sold. To Mr. Kane for ten million dollars.” The room exploded in quiet applause. Some clapped. Some stared. Some already had hands in their dates’ laps.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Mercury was the only daughter of AULA, the most influential fashion brand in the entire USA, and her family being in a relationship with mine—solely based on business and a sprinkle of fake concern for each other's wellbeing—has caused them to derive a conclusion that it was better their kids got married. Not me; it could never be. Asher and Mercury, two big conglomerates with plans to form a merger in the near future. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason for this when we had enough. My family could donate millions to every hospital and nursing homes around the world and still remain billionaires. Sometimes, being rich was more of a curse. The thirst for more rarely got quenched.

A name that rose throughout the entire city of Cape Town and South Africa like a mantra that was repeated after every three seconds. He was the CEO of Parker’s Enterprises and a well-known billionaire across the world with his multibillionaire company based in Cape Town. The 32-year-old ran Cape Town by storm. His name was feared in the streets and in the business industry and no one dared to cross him. He was like a god that everyone wanted to worship. He had everything money could buy; fancy cars, a huge mansion, a multibillionaire company, private jets, ships, and he changed girls like his suits. Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house.

We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That's when we found out we'd only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we'd scraped the bottom of the barrel we'd unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We're talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would've read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line.

With Cullen by my side, we entered the mall, the air-conditioned interior providing a welcome respite from the heat. The sound of cheerful chatter and the sight of vibrant displays beckoned us deeper into the shopping haven, as we embarked on the mission to find the perfect items for our upcoming journey. As we stepped into the bustling mall, a hush fell over the surrounding staff. Their jaws dropped in awe at the sight of Cullen, a renowned billionaire whose success preceded him. Walking by his side, I couldn't help but feel an exhilarating sense of pride and admiration. It was as if we were a power couple, the envy of everyone around us.

Sophie smiled coldly. “Let her.” The summit was over. But the war was just starting to breathe. Sophie woke before sunrise to silence. No alerts. No fires. No reporters. But peace made her anxious. She stood on the Burnett estate balcony wrapped in a wool robe, scrolling through a flood of headlines. “Sophie Burnett Reclaims Phoenix in Global Power Play” “Anaïs Belle Ghosts the Press After Defeat” “Camellia Emezi’s Midnight Firewall Saves Global Humanitarian Infrastructure”

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

The rhythmic hum of Ethan’s new luxury sedan was almost hypnotic as it rolled down the city’s neon-lit streets. The city never truly slept, but tonight felt different. The air was heavier. Charged. As if something unseen was watching. He glanced at the dashboard. The Trillionaire System’s interface glowed faintly on his phone screen, displaying fluctuating numbers and real-time business analytics. Stocks, crypto assets, property valuations—it was all going up. His net worth had skyrocketed again overnight. Yet, his mind wasn’t at peace.