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CHAPTER 3 As Ryan drove up his driveway, almost expressionless as he usually is, his mind was a kaleidoscope of thoughts. His business and name has been under threat especially in recent years. He had inherited his father's large scale, world renowned brewery since he passed away about a decade ago. With his smarts, foresight and ruthlessness, Anderson breweries have attained higher heights than ever before; they are about to conquer the Eurasian front. But now a gap in his financial records had insinuated evidence of Tax fraud and money laundering. The board and the government have been on his back for the past two years. In the middle of this ,he's had to also deal with his divorce with Am

The next few months were a ridiculous one-woman show. Enzo visited every two weeks, playing the part of the ‘devoted husband.’ But his gifts gave him away. For me, it was cheap vitamins from a corner store. For her, I saw on the family’s hidden ledgers, it was millions. Enough to buy a small arsenal. Its destination? A secret Swiss account belonging to Eliana, of course. It was clear. Just like last time. Eliana was having severe complications with her pregnancy. She was weakening fast.

“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort. He has a fiancée for whom he will find a gift at this auction. But a different gem caught his attention. As if at first glance, the beautiful young woman immediately captivated his eyes. Eleanor, on the other hand, couldn't believe it, in front of her was a very handsome man, not old and not looking hungry for flesh either. "Eleanor Lualhati, a virgin probinsyana, Sold to the Billionaire!"

Part of her wanted to cry, part of her wanted to scream. “This was everything to you,” she whispered. “Your grandfather’s will—” “Damn the will.” His eyes burned into hers. “You’re worth more to me than Caldwell Industries. Than the billions. Than any inheritance.” The room was silent except for the pounding of her heart. Noah’s voice broke it. “Well, damn. Didn’t think he had it in him.” Ellie elbowed him sharply, but Lena barely heard. She was too busy staring at Zane, at the man who had just set fire to his empire for her.

My eyes slid from the powerful building to the more powerful man who owned it My father had been quite rich, he had a few millions and I got to experience an empty life of luxury, but Elion was... different Elion was a friggin Billionaire. He owned so many properties and assets than should be legal. He no doubt could afford anything he wanted in the world My knees wobbled slightly. He led me through his personal elevator in silence, keying in the code to grant him access. I walked beside him, my shoulders squared and my chin high, my heels clicking on the marble floor

I looked like I’d done something sinful. In a way, I had. Because I couldn’t deny it anymore. The little girl he once knew was gone. And the woman lying awake last night… She wanted him. And that was the most dangerous secret of all. The smell of coffee and bacon pulled me from my room the next morning. My body felt heavy from lack of sleep, my head foggy, but my nerves were sharp, humming with the memory of last night. I told myself he wouldn’t be here. He had a billion-dollar empire to run, meetings stacked from dawn till dusk. He wouldn’t waste time at our kitchen table.

“You think that’ll stop me from sending Tinder and Tree to Evon? To give them all the things your family stole from me? You can never touch my personal wealth. My wife is a millionaire.” “No, her parents are,” I pointed out, walking across the room by the big window, watching people moving on the street. “Real estate, right? Her dad is a property mogul, right? I bet there’s a whole lot to look into there, too,” I said, clicking my tongue. “I’ve never met a New York real estate guy who likes to pay his taxes.” At this point, I was so deep in Morgana Landon’s family money, keeping an eye out for any mistakes, I could tell Herold things about his in laws that I doubted they even knew about each

💟 💟💟OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY: ELENI TOWN, CALIFORNIA 💟💟💟. It was a chilly night in California, the breeze blow through the window as the curtains dangle in the room. A man was seen lying lifelessly on a massive king-size bed while a young man sat beside him staring at his father who has been sleeping for the past fifteen years. He took his father's hand with tears flowing down his cheeks. The handsome face became red from excess tears. They had this money, he's a billionaire. The richest family in California.

Sandra feigned hesitation. “Oh, dear, don’t be like that. Consider us family already! Remember, you’ll soon be Mrs. Alcantara,” Veronica assured her. “It’s just that it’s a big amount, Mommy. I was hoping to borrow it, but I promise to pay it back once I start working again after giving birth.” “How much are we talking about, dear?” “100 million, Mommy,” Sandra said, her voice barely above a whisper.