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"Someone was inside while we were away?" "It seems so." She unfolded the note and read. Then with a frown handed it to Addie. You won the couple's draw for the night out on a yacht. Dinner and drinks will be provided. Please be at the dock at seven tonight, the trip is about four hours, your captain for the evening will meet you. Congratulations. Management. "This is nice!" Addie said. "A night of wining and dining on a yacht. Can you imagine the stars out there on the ocean with no lights around?"

Clayton took her hand and pressed his lips against the back of her hand. Electric current passed through her body when Clayton lips touched the skin of her hand. Emerald pulled her hand softly from his hold. Clayton trained his eyes on her. Emerald's mysterious background was unearthed by Clayton himself because of the information left by his grandfather. He was thankful that he accidentally placed that file with the documents he needed to read. Emerald was the only grandchild of Giovanni, the wealthiest man in the financial powerhouse of the country. In fact he was the wealthiest man in the whole country.

But now, I seem to smell my mom's scent again from this old man. Mr Alcheron Vermont's mate died early of illness and he only had one child, my mom, who broke off her relationship with him for the sake of her love. After the departure of his daughter, many believed that Mr Alcheron Vermont would marry again and birth a new heir. There were also women who longed for that person to be themselves, after all, it was the Vermont family. But since then, Mr Alcheron has been living alone, without even a scandal, devoting all his time to his work. And gradually from a billionaire to the world's richest man. And just now, I, Hirre Monreal, became the sole heir to this huge fortune...

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

my father asked his voice rising that it echoed. I looked at him confused and realized he was referring to my son. "This is my son father, his name is Kyle. He is five years old." i said calmly as I sat across from him and Kyle right next to me. "And why is he here?" my father asked. "Don't tell me you had a child out of wedlock." a voice I was so Familiar with said from the hallway laughing sarcastically. "I really did dodge a bullet." he added. It was none other than Eric, the man I was supposed to marry six years ago.

The raw, volatile friction radiating off his broad shoulders filled the entire boardroom, his chest heaving with a slow, controlled rhythm under his white shirt. "My father is currently eating breakfast out of a plastic tray in a federal holding facility in lower Manhattan, Mother," Lucian growled, his low baritone dropping into a terrifying, animalistic register that caused the three London solicitors to subtly stiffen in their shoes. "And the wilderness taught me exactly how to handle an old wolf when she wanders into the wrong territory."

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

Yet, he unexpectedly transformed into a passionate and warm lover after falling for the quirky Debbie Garnet and their romance brings out a whole new side of him. We're at the Gallegos Mansion now, and it's absolutely stunning! It's an old ancestral mansion that feels like a step back into the Spanish era. And Hector's mom is gorgeous – she's like a warm, loving version of my own Mommy. It suddenly made me a bit melancholic, thinking of my mom. The difference is, Hector's mom is a simple housewife, while his dad was the former King of a Spanish mafia organization. And Hector's look is handsome, with a striking mix of Filipino and Spanish features. He got his mestizo look from his Dad.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.