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This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas. Until then, stay smart like Arya and Wanda, sweet and kind like Clara, and maybe, just maybe a little cray cray like Anna and Alisha (minus the murders, obviously!) See you in the next one!

“Of course. Do you think a simple cohabitation story will keep the board satisfied? We need commitment, Ethan. A wedding date. Rings. A press release that will send Asher running for cover.” I leaned back, massaging my temples. “This is spiraling.” “It’s strategy,” he corrected coldly. “And it’s working. Keep playing your part.” But then, one evening, something shifted. I found her in the library, sitting by the fireplace, tracing the spine of a book with a furrowed brow. She didn’t hear me come in. “Claire,” I said softly. She jumped slightly, turning toward me. “Ethan. I was just… I don’t know. This book. I’ve read three pages and I feel like I’ve read it before. Isn’t that weird?”

he said. I set the book down. “Now?” “When you are ready.” That was Ethan’s way of saying now but wanting me to feel I had a choice about it. I appreciated that about him. The specific consideration of a man who understood that the way an invitation was extended affected how it was received. I stood up. “Is everything alright?” I said. He looked at me for a moment. “Elena Cross emailed,” he said carefully. “She says she is ready.” I went still.

When his gaze found hers across the ballroom, he smirked, the kind of smirk that always got him into trouble. “Hailey Carter,” he said, his tone teasing as he walked over. “Looking like sin in heels tonight. You trying to kill a few hearts?” She rolled her eyes, though a small smile played on her lips. “You’re late.” “Fashionably,” he said with a wink. “Where’s the groom-to-be? Brooding in a corner somewhere?” “Don’t start,” she warned but she smiled warmly. But Dorian’s smirk faded when she slipped the small folded note from her clutch and handed it to him discreetly. His expression turned serious instantly. He read it once, then again, his jaw tightening.

His stance turned lethal, protective, instinctual. The entire staff froze. Liana’s heart thudded once. This wasn’t in the book. This wasn’t in her first life. This was obsession being born in real time. She lifted a hand, slowly, deliberately, touching his forearm. “Adrian,” she repeated softly, “I’m not here to hurt you.” His breathing stumbled. That was all it took. His grip loosened. Not fully never fully but enough to let her step closer. “I’m Liana,” she whispered. “I came for you.”

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

She smirked victoriously at the effect her body movement was having on him, she was ready to take him in tonight. She mounted the bed and crawled towards her prey in tune with the music's momentum. His eyes feasted on her exposed breast, he gulped loudly and parted his lips. "What are you doing?" He muttered in a voice filled with a passionate longing to explore. He was getting impatient and wanted her all over him. She moved closer to him and sat across his thighs, her knees resting on either side of his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and guided her lips down to his waiting lips.

Passionate. He reached for my neck, wrapping one hand around it loosely. I tilted my head backward, feeling his fingers reach beneath my bra. Sorry. I forgot that I wasn’t putting on any bra. I still had my dress on. But the chest area was a bit exposed—a square-neckline outfit that had a tube for the breasts. He snuck his fingers in, moving them like he was searching for my nipples. The coldness of his fingers melted against the warmth of my skin. Alessandro kept his eyes fixed on mine, longing buried deep inside them. I watched his eyes flutter when his lips parted to speak.