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The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“I chose it. Far from the city. Far from distractions. Far from whatever friends you have.” “Jess is not some whatever friend, Mr. Hilton, It wouldn’t take anything from you to be nice to people,” she continued. “Or to say something kind for once in your life.” I let out a low, amused laugh. “I’m a businessman,” I said. “Tell me, where do you think being nice would take me?” She crossed her arms. “I don’t know, maybe human decency?” “All that I have, all that I own—you think I acquired it by being nice?” my voice was sharp, taunting. “No one respects a nice man—”

"Do you think a relationship with such an imbalance in status and wealth can ever have a happy ending, Taylor?" Recognizing the sarcasm in his words, I shot back without hesitation, "Do relationships where both people are equal in status and wealth always end well? It's like saying I should find a man with average but honest looks if I want stability. "But in reality, a short and poor man can still cheat, so why shouldn't I just find someone tall, handsome, kind, and rich instead? At least that way, I'd admire him and be proud to introduce him to my friends."

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

"Love? Ha! James doesn't know the meaning. You're being blinded by his riches, and I know all that matters to us is his money, he will never treat you like I did." Isabella's eyes blazed with fury. "Definitely. He will never treat me like you did, my husband will never be like you! He doesn't hit women, neither does he abuse them, unlike some cowardly scumbags I know." Alex sneered. "Wow! So you think he's a perfect gentleman? You're blind!" Isabella's voice rose. "At least he doesn't raise his hand to me! You're a monster, Alex." Alex's face twisted in anger. "You'll regret choosing him over me."

He said in a low voice. “Is that so?” MJ raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Listen to me, David Botha. My name is MJ Billings; the richest woman in the world. Those who know me say I’m greater than presidents, and mightier than kings.” Her voice sent shivers up his spine, but David refused to show her that she affected him. “I can get anything I want with just a snap of a finger, and destroy everything by just a wave of the hand.” Her face was hard and there was no trace of an emotion on it. “Men wish they had me, and women wish they were me.”

Mike walked in to his hotel room and slumped on the bed. He played a song and increased the volume and danced to the song while packing his luggages into his mini box. He took the file and smelled it, he hasn't opened it ever since he collected it from Anthony, he has done his calculations and planned his life for the next 10 years. "Mike you are the most fortunate person on earth, you become a billionaire without working hard for it. I am lucky." He screamed and jumped up happily.