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I could never afford anything from there anyway. “Let’s go spend some of my husband’s money,” Layla says, and I nod as we walk inside. I look around in amazement. This place is incredible. Layla guides me straight to baby’s clothes and I can’t help but smile as she grabs a little overalls. I recognize the pattern straight away and it’s Burberry. The check print says it all and when she grabs it without looking at the price makes me realize she has joined the Billionaire side of the world and I couldn’t be happier for her.

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. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and extended it toward her. "Here... this should cover a new outfit and some extra for your needs." He hadn't anticipated the resounding slap from Aella after his words had left his mouth. Damien Sullivan, the CEO of Damien Fashion World, a multi-billion-dollar company, was slapped by a commoner. Rage welled up inside him at the thought. His ego was more than bruised, and Aella didn't seem to mind as she grabbed the dollar note from his outstretched hand and tore it to shreds.

Louise said and turned to Mercedes. "Right, let's go! We just got paid last week!" Kris shouted. "Yes, come on, I'm going with you now. I'm going to drink there. Let’s forget that stupid asshole!" I shoutedand my friends cheered. We rode a tricycle to go to an expensive bar. I just held my breath when we stopped at a boutique clothing store. I thought it was in the boutique, but it's actually in the mall. Expendables. Here I am again, I am no longer attracted to those men. We will go back to the bar and party until the morning. I’ll buy a sexy dress and be beautiful tonight! Just a little bit of alcohol won’t hurt.

I wish I didn't meet the jerk. Soon I finished cooking and took a plate.. Taking the plate I went towards my room and sit on bed.. Taking the laptop I opened it. As soon I opened it I saw an email from Knight corporation.. They called me tomorrow at 9 for the interview... Seeing this I got happy and started eating my food.... :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O: Hey dears, this is my first Billionaire book. Though I wrote few books on billionaire but this book is totally different from them..

Stepping out of Addie's reach she turned and smoothed her hair. "You okay?" "Yes, just fine, I must have tripped over something," Blake said. "I was daydreaming." "Thinking of an idea for a new book?" "No, I was thinking of our yacht ride, actually," Blake admitted. "Oh?" "Yes." Blake smiled. I was thinking about how I wanted to buy a telescope when I got home, to look at the stars.

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

A small smile curved my lips as I stared at the name of the mall in front of me. VELMONT GALLERIA. It wasn’t just a mall. Velmont Galleria stood as the undisputed pinnacle of opulence, the most famous and exclusive luxury mall in the world. It wasn’t a place ordinary people visited; it was a sanctuary for the ultra-rich, a temple where billionaires and celebrities came to shop. Getting through its golden doors was harder than securing a private audience with royalty. Here, even the air smelled of wealth. Prices were astronomical, far beyond what most could comprehend, and every item whispered exclusivity. People dreamed of walking its marble halls, but only a privileged few ever earned the r