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she laughs, blushing in complicity. Ayden undresses without hesitation until he reaches her. "Can you believe I'm the luckiest man?" he asks, kissing the inside of her thigh. "I believe it because I feel the same way—lucky, loved, excited, and, of course, one hundred percent in love with a man," she replies languidly, while he leaves a trail of kisses on her thighs and hips. "Which man?" "An eccentric millionaire who wouldn't let me touch him, sometimes crazy and sometimes sexy."

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

he said coldly, and I scoffed. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes at him, and walked away to the library room. Getting to the library room, he stepped forward and opened the door, and I walked in. I smiled gently as my gaze landed on the shelves which were filled with numerous books. The smile on my face brightened as my eyes caught a glimpse of an interesting book that I'd been looking for. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir. It's an interesting and thrilling story written by rare gem writes. It's available in Goodnovel and Meganovel.

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

Cole would jump at anything in skirt just to satisfy his huge penis. "I don't care." Karen shook her head. "Oh..." Lara was astonished. "Look, child, I have no idea why you would think I'd be interested in all these." Karen intentionally said in that manner, "but I'm not." "He's all yours. Whatever you want from him, I have no freaking time for it. Let this be the last time you walk up to me and even dare to speak to me, I promise you, you'll hate yourself." Karen said in a soft tone, acting like she was unaffected. She turned in the direction of her car and added with a mocking scoff, "that's how a millionaire acts."

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

But my eyes wandered briefly over the newspapers and newer magazines the stand owner was getting out for the day. A gasp pulled itself from my lips and vanished in the air. I reached out and grabbed the magazine with Andrey's face on the front. Youngest millionaire in New York City. My heart dropped through the bottom of my chest as I read the words. I could almost feel his eyes on me from the page, sharp and calculating like the predator he truly was. "You buying a copy, sweetheart?" The stand owner drawled in a heavy Brooklyn accent. Then his eyes wandered over my face and whipped back to the older magazine cover I was splayed across. "Whoa, sign a copy of this for me and you can take this