Clyde Anderson Books A Million の小説・ストーリー

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

I was curious. He sniffs the check before continuing. “Some years ago Mr Baxter was married to a lady named Emily, and they gave birth to a daughter whose name was Celine.” " While Celine was in high school, she had a huge crush on a guy at a candy store near her school.” " His name was Andre." He added. “ Andre happened to be in another high school since his parents couldn't afford a better one as the rich kids like Celine”. “They were young and in love and they started dating away from the awareness of everyone.” "

“I’ll read your favorite book if you read mine. Then we’ll regroup to discuss.” “I’d be open to that,” he said. “I hope your favorite book is something good.” “A Court of Thorns and Roses,” I said. “By Sarah J. Maas.” “I’ve heard of that,” Andre said, frowning with thought. “Aren’t they adapting it into a TV show?” “Yep! On Hulu. It’s been in development hell though, so nobody knows when it’ll come out. What book do you have for me?” Andre folded one knee up close to his chin; he’d taken to wearing comfortable sweatpants while Joemar was gone. “Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.”

Realizing he has no choice, he decides to talk. "God, but don't let Mr. Emory find out, because if he does, I don't know what could happen to me," says Sebas fearfully. He peeks into the room and notices that Bea is deeply asleep. "I told you it had been tough for Ayden to be alone with his son. The child needed a mother's warmth, and you weren't around. Gerard recommended a 'comadrona' (midwife) to him, and somehow Cameron came into Ayden's life. She's the daughter of an international millionaire, got married not long ago, found her husband having an affair with his assistant, and they separated. She was pregnant when she found out; she fled and had an accident, losing her baby."

AXEL The sun had just begun its ascent into the morning sky as I strode into the headquarters of the company. I'd spent the whole of last week getting settled in last week. It was finally time to do something differently, to set the path I wanted. I've had this thought, but it got worse since the article about Evangeline and Asher hit the net. The amount of affluence he had that made people so interested in his business— I wanted to have it, too. A part of me believed it was possible with the right amount of work.

Little by little, his light was going out. Meanwhile in the city... Claude is looking for the name that Sara gave him, he knows that he has heard it somewhere, but he does not remember where, unfortunately, he has so many things to solve in his head, that he frequently forgets some names and situations, but this time, the internet search engine was his best ally, when he types the name of Mason Clark, Find a world of information : "Billionaire gets married in a simple wedding" <> "Billionaire ostentatiously remarries" <>, "Billionaire searches for missing woman and her son" "Billionaire offers big reward"

“So what do you say?” I gulp. “No.” He raises a brow. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I say more firmly. “I’m not something you can keep.” “A million dollars.” He murmurs, leaning closer. My heart skips a beat. “Be my personal whore,” he continues, voice low, “and I’ll pay you a million dollars. Monthly.”

I picked it up, a smile creeping onto my face as I read: I'm off to work, but here's a little breakfast in bed for my baby. It was such a considerate gesture that it melted the tension from my chest, accumulated from yesterday. I drank the coffee, looking around the quiet room. "It must be tiring working at the construction site all day," I murmured to myself. Determination surged through me. "I have to get my company back so I can take care of Adrian too." Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in Lloyd Corporation's gleaming headquarters, a storm was brewing. "Boss," Theodore Lloyd's assistant said, stepping into his sleek office.

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.

Meryl stared at the phone dumbfounded because she could not even switch it off. Maybe taking out the battery would help, she thought. She was about to turn her phone around when the screen flashed again, this time with a text message. “Meryl Anderson is a fraud.” Her face paled and she leaned against her desk to balance herself as she felt her legs wobble. This was the worst thing that could happen to her on a Monday afternoon. Meryl panicked and thought of all the things that could happen if this information got out, and she wondered who could have possibly found out.