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she shouted at him, determined not to betray her fear at his presence. He simply laughed again and then his image became transparent and faded into the air. Clarissa sat back down at the table, holding her face in her hands, relieved at his quick exit. I am not going to let you get to me. I refuse to let you win. Clarissa tapped on the keyboard of her Apple MacBook Air and brought up the local news website to distract her anger and calm herself down. The article at the top of the page immediately caught her attention. "American billionaire, Brandon Clifford, buys Goldwater Island."

Eden Waylon - a name that carried with it a weight of pain and power. Their jaws dropped to the floor in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. It was as if time itself had stopped, the world holding its breath as they processed the revelation. “Eden Waylon?” they gasped, their voice barely a whisper, as if saying the name louder would shatter the reality of the situation. “Are you implying THE Eden Waylon? The Eden Waylon who is a billionaire and the FLEXXI owner. You mean the Actual Eden Waylon. You must be joking right! ”

Amber kept silent waiting for him to continue because she wasn't getting what he was trying to say. Since when did billionaires start competing for power and wealth? Amber thought. Xavier knew immediately her silence was because she had no idea what he was saying so he elaborated it to her, "Each year the Billionaires Club Wealth hold an annual event where they calculate the total amount of money owned by different CEOs over the years, the one with the highest amount is the winner and he gets to be on Magazines, TV shows, he is going to be known worldwide as San Francisco #1 Billionaire CEO and this year I am the winner" Xavier said proudly. Amber finally understood what he meant, so that's

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

'Well, it's always been like that for her' 'Well, Nanny Divine you would help me with something' 'What is it son? 'I need to make something for Clara, I can't really cool or fry, can you help me' he whispered into her ears as she laughed. Nanny Divine was beginning to see his love brooding for her. He was beginning to look committed to a particular girl. She noticed some changes but paused. He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different.

For some reason, Jake had not let go of me, his hand was flat on my back now, drawing circles, and I could not deny how reassuring that felt. “As you well know, Logan Henderson was estimated by Forbes to be the richest man in New York. “He was the sole owner of Apex, the highest grossing furniture company in the country, a house in Manhattan, this one, one in Connecticut, one in the Bahamas, a private island, and seven other houses overseas, as well as a dabble of businesses here and there.

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.