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he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

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 Thorne penthouse wasn't a home; it was a testament to untouchable wealth. Blake, the driver, escorted me through a private elevator that bypassed every floor of the skyscraper, opening directly into an apartment that felt less like a living space and more like a museum. It was stark white marble, cold steel, and silent, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down on the entire city. My small, cluttered apartment—filled with Lucas’s toys and the scent of Mia’s cooking—felt like it belonged to another universe entirely.

Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she could hear with her trained ears, the whispers of deadly secrets. In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as t

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

He was going to have her. "I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just came here to binge and buy a few novels." Kane wanted to laugh at her incredible smart skills, hell, that woman was trending on the screen, the most beautiful out of the Denver Triplets. His assistant was saying something, but Kane was already halfway gone towards the woman behind the counter.

"How could a commoner moron even have $100 in their grandmother's account grandmother? It's not possible! I hope you do know that commoners are those destitute people with nothing, so how do you expect Raven to check a poor man's account that has nothing inside?" I shrugged at Aunt, hoping he would change his thoughts about it because I don't want Raven to see the $10 billion I have in my account. I don't want her to have a different thought or start thinking that I have money. "Are you scared that we might find out that you've stolen people's money in the company you work for which is the reason why you got fired? Aunt bellowed at me, not reading to let go of me without carrying out her pla