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, Alexander's girlfriend, He told me about you being pregnant for him and am here to offer you a deal,"Isabella said Celine listened intently, nodding occasionally "What kind of a deal,"Celine asked "Well,it is simple," Isabella said as she brought out her cheque book and wrote a cheque of $10000. "Here is the cheque of $10000, all I want from you is to terminate the pregnancy," Isabella said Celine leaned back in her chair and smiled. "You want me to terminate my pregnancy for $10000, you must be stupid to think I will do that."Celine said

I found a solution". He said which kinda got my attention. Benson's POV My wife kept blabbering about Daphney not getting married . And I told her I found a solution to it and she calmed down "Darling.... do you remember Hill ..my business partner and my old friend? I asked her dropping my phone on the table. "Yes, I think their son is Richmond Hill , he's a billionaire...like his father and a model too the main reason why he had a lot of fame". She said

THE YOUNG BILLIONAIRES SERIES A VERGARA WEDDING Five young Billionaires. They are the best of friends. They are used to getting what they want. They are arrogant as well as breathtakingly handsome and they love fiercely. Dylan Vergara: He belongs to one of the most affluent families in the country. This is his story. After he was betrayed by his best, friend all hotelier Dylan Vergara wants is revenge but resourceful and feisty Ella came as a surprise and the feelings he once had for her that were beginning to surface hadn’t been part of his damn plan.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

He unfolds the paper, scans it, then looks up. “Miss Hart,” he says gently, “the DNA test confirms a ninety-nine point nine percent match.” The world tilts. “You are Evander Kingsley’s biological daughter.” For a moment, no one moves. No one breathes. Then Eleanor’s hand flies to her mouth. A sound escapes her—small, broken, raw. Not a sob. Not a gasp. Something in between. Something that sounds like twenty-three years of grief cracking open. Her eyes fill instantly, tears spilling over before she can stop them.

] [Male lead Ezra Everton's love meter has exceeded max capacity! [Hidden fortune unlocked!] [Massive asset transfer in progress... 3, 2, 1!] Then a bank notification popped up: [Deposit Alert: $10,000,000.00 has been credited to your account ending in 8888 on May 5. Memo: Future Mrs. Everton Fund.] Six zeros. Seven zeros. Ten million?! I froze. My hand went numb. And my phone slipped from my fingers. Ezra caught the phone smoothly, glanced at the screen, and raised a brow.

The desperate, bitter man took the bait with pathetic eagerness. On the eve of the gala, the story broke. Not in Finch’s paper, but in a tawdry European gossip sheet known for paying for dirt. The headline screamed: **THE CONTESSA AND THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR: A FORBIDDEN YACHT TRYST THAT SHOOK THE RIVIERA!** It was perfect. Just credible enough, just sordid enough. My phone rang thirty minutes later. Alistair Finch. “Mr. Trevane. I assume you’ve seen the morning’s sensationalism.”

She firstly took off the dress and wore some cozy tracksuit. Walked to the Living room to watch tv. “Edgardo Di Costa, the billionaire Bachelor, has been spotted with busty blonde businesspartner, Mary Bradshaw.” Leilani stood in front of the Tv for a moment, angry engulfing her in great, greedy waves. What else was there to do? “Oh you're back, Have you—” when Vincenzo walked in Leilani quickly switched of the tv. “Huh?” She acted as if things were normal. He gave a reassurance look. “What's on Tv?”

Too bad the fūcker’s son wasn’t here too. I rolled my neck before making eye contact with Edgardo again. “Quaranta.” (Italian for “Forty.”) I mouthed as he dipped his chin, walking off to get me the cash for the hand. “So, Morello.” Santoro muttered, puffing in the smoke of his cigar before straightening up. “Word on the street is that you purchased a home here.” He stated, forcing me to clench my teeth as my stern glare moved towards Francisco.

He was already shrouded in the dark curtains of his business. He owned nearly 35% of Annomali Enterprise's shares, but many believed that the company would be just fine without him. Andrew wanted to change this perception. He detailed who Phillip Wellington was. A distant cousin from his mother's side, Keira, but driven by the desire for power because a Keira had married his father. Jackson William.