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She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

Bella sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, with her arms wrapped tight around herself like she could hold the pieces together. The suite was too quiet now. No sounds but the faint hum of the city far below the windows and the echo of Lorenzo’s last words looping in her head. She stared at the scattered bills on the floor. Hundreds of them, Like she was some sort of service to be paid for and forgotten. The thought of her father crept in, uninvited. Alex Seneca, the man who owned Seneca’s Finances LTD, who moved politicians and money like chess pieces. The same man who’d raised her to stand tall, and to command rooms.

Steve Greyson, on the other hand, remained calm, almost like he hadn’t heard me right. The Wayne had always hated the Grey empire. This was the perfect revenge and comeback. “Elaine Smith marries Billionaire Fashion CEO Steve Greyson, finally moving on from her failed marriage.” She could picture every blog carrying that headline. “I have what you need, Mr Steve. You have what I want. Deal?” I didn’t know where I had gotten the idea from. It had just popped into my head. “I will have my lawyers draft up a contract. It will only last for twelve months.” He said calmly.

Reina Vale didn't bite her nails. Magazines were spread across the glass table. Business magazines with sleek covers. Then I saw it. Forbes. Adrian's face stared back at me. He wore a dark suit and looked powerful. Untouchable. The headline read: *Billionaire CEO Adrian Thorne: Building an Empire After a Tragic Loss.* After a tragic loss?

Loudly, publicly, with the kind of finality that made it clear she was not meant to come back. She had been twenty-two years old. She had left with a carry-on bag and a secret that was only beginning to show. And while she rebuilt herself from nothing, on the other side of the world, Rebecca Rong had stepped comfortably into everything that had once belonged to Vivian. The family name. The resources. The connections. Sebastian Stonewell. The Golden Star Award The Million-dollar Celebration Party The life that should have been Vivian's.

he ordered and she scoffed. She folded her arms and glared at him. “Okay,” he muttered. “Who are you?” she asked again. “Zade. I am Zade Vale,” he replied. She was about to speak but he beat her to it. “There is not much time, we need to be on our way. I will dumb it down for you to make things easier for both of us. You are a dumb billionaire, or you were one.” “A billionaire by luck, nothing else. You lack everything else and you are weak. Trying to blow you up was to prove to you no one around you gives a fuck so I am willing to do you a favour if you help me in return.” he explained.

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

I snap at myself, glowering at the mirror image of myself in front of me. You have not come all this way to crumple at the whim and lies of Lily Blake. She is not what you think she is, i mutter to myself. You are no longer stupid seventeen years old Nickolas Torres who had nothing to his name but his pride and good looks. You are a fucking billionaire, bent of revenge and you will do well to remember that, the voice in my head raged until I saw red dots at the corner of my eyes. I pick up my phone and send a text to Scot. The wheels are in motion and sooner or later, I will be having the last laugh.

Drawing my hands away from her, I gazed into her stunning blue eyes, which seemed to be glaring at me with a hue of lust that could not be mistaken for anything else. However, a ripple of surprise flashed through those same blue oceans when I dropped to my knees and looked up at her, my chest flooding with the same warm feeling and desperation bleeding through my veins. “Do whatever you want to do with me Zara Richmond. I wouldn’t dare complain. Have your revenge. Make me suffer. Give me your worst.”