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He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

Jillian stared at Dominic for what seemed like forever. At this point her eyes were already filled with tears. Dominic looked at her with pity in his eyes but only for a split second then he quickly adjusted his gaze. No matter how much he took a liking to her, he had to remind himself that he was still her boss and she had violated company’s policy. “Ms. Richards, I believe I asked you a question”. Jillian got a hold of herself and wiped her tears. “I’m not sure what to say, where to start…”, Jillian was interrupted, “from the beginning”, what, “start from the beginning”, Dominic told Jillian. Jillian told Dominic about how her and her friend just went out to celebrate her getting the job,

They implied that she traded one billionaire for the other. My jaw clenched so hard that I thought I heard a crack. I opened the next article. ‘TWO BILLIONAIRES, ONE WOMAN’ Then another. Every single one was worse than the last. It went from saying she only came to me for popularity, then it translated to her getting the best of both worlds, then they tied this news to the one the previous day where Elena and Serena had been exchanging words. I didn’t even think. I threw my mug across the room instinctively. It shattered against the wall but it did nothing to calm me down.

"Are you serious right now? Are you trying to embarrass me?" I blinked, confused. "What do you mean? I like these." "Catherine, I'm a billionaire," he said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "There are news hunters and paparazzi hidden in every corner of these shops. Tomorrow, I’ll be in the headlines for being a cheapskate who spent a hundred bucks on the girl he took shopping. That isn't good for my reputation, and it sure as hell isn't what I meant by 'shopping'."

"Don't ask me that. Life goes on, Callix. We don't have to dilly dally. Let's just find out a way to fix this." "I don't know how we can find a way to fix this, Michelle." "That's why I called you. I thought I had this under control, but Ashram has corralled billionaires from the Los Angeles billionaires club. Guess that's what's giving him his new found mojo." "Billionaires club?" I asked. I had heard of something like that before. But I never stayed too long in the country so never did get any invite. I wondered if I would have to talk to a couple of people to see if they could let me in.

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

BELLE My heart hammered as I stared at the headline for the hundredth time. Breaking News: Billionaire Bachelor, Zalden Marlowe spotted with his secret family. “H-how did they learn about this?” My voice came out barely as a whisper. Zalden's face was glaring in the picture, and so was mine. They thought blurring my face would hide my identity, but I wasn't stupid. Everyone close enough would know who I was. By now, his entire company was probably buzzing about it.

The Monday after the gala felt unreal. Lena’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. Pictures from the party had exploded across the internet. Headlines read: “Who’s the Mystery Woman on Rafael Blackthorne’s Arm?” “From Assistant to It Girl? Meet Lena Carter.” “Power Couple in the Making?” Lena groaned and slid deeper into her coffee cup. “Two weeks ago, I was breaking up bar fights and refilling ketchup bottles,” she muttered. “Now I’m being shipped with the most un-dateable billionaire in Manhattan.”

“No, we’re done. We need rest, okay? You can’t keep parading us around. I have a company to run. You’re making me feel like a celebrity.” “You are a celebrity,” Adam retorted while stressing on the last word. “You are the celebrity. The celebrity. You’re making me repeat myself multiple times. One of the most talked about billionaires in the country right now. Your marriage, the deaths that you’ve escaped. Do you know that you are the only billionaire who has had more death escapes than any other billionaire?” I laughed. “It’s a surprise they haven’t caught up to him yet.” Callum looked at me with a death stare before looking back at Adam.