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“You really think I give a damn about your zeroes?” He looked confused. Annoyed. Embarrassed, maybe. “I’m the eldest Miss of the Hemlings family,” I said, head high. “I could live the rest of my life in silk pajamas and never worry about a single bill. I don’t need your dirty check.” It was a lie. A big, bold, juicy lie. But I wasn’t about to break Saint’s heart or let John Bells win. John still didn’t believe me. He didn’t believe any woman would turn down a million dollars.

“Your documents were pure gold. The hidden accounts, the timing of the announcements, the weaknesses in their strategy, the exact projections you gave us, it all matched perfectly. We bought low, sold high, and secured long-term contracts that the Laurents couldn’t touch. My father is already talking about expanding even further. We owe you, Elena. This changes everything for us.” I was speechless. I had known the documents were important. I had studied them carefully. But I never expected this scale. 6.3 billion dollars. My 30% share would be almost 1.9 billion. This kind of money is enough to change me into a completely different person. My mind raced. That kind of money could change every

I tell him, rechecking my schedule “Yara Hadid, Mr David daughter who stays at London is on a vacation here in Alameda” I lifted my head, my attention caught. “How do you know about this?” “Uncle Ernesto gave me all the details. So you just have to attend his function. Work your charm on his daughter, gain Mr David trust and we buy his company in California. Baam. We all win” he says as I leaned forward grabbing the remaining sandwich. Considering Lucius words, it looks simple but I was about to take a break on ladies

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

He turned to Elio and asked straight up, "Elio, level with me, where did this cash come from?" Elio had his story ready. "Dad… Evelyn, don't sweat it. I hit the jackpot with the sports lottery. It was a cool eight hundred thousand before taxes. This is what's left after taxes. I brought the rest here." Lana and the rest of the crew were gobsmacked, their eyes glued to Elio. The guy they had written off as a total loser had struck it rich—a mega jackpot, no less. When they thought about it, it kind of made sense. How else could Elio have raked in seven hundred thousand? Borrowing that much was out of the question.

Those words of the doctor still sounded in my head, with the ting effect of a bell sounding in the cathedral, even after I had dashed out to go in search of money which we didn’t have. Later, while swallowed in my misery and gloom, a young beautiful nurse by name, Stella, told me of a billionaire by name, Fanny Luis, who was worth fifty billion dollars and the richest family in Rio Hondo. “Listen Melissa,” Nurse Stella had said, “If you could get to the billionaire he would certainly be of help,” she told me emphatically. “He is very generous. I can count quite a number of Rio Hondo he has helped.” Later, at twilight, she took me to this huge edifice, a villa with plaster of gold and preciou

Hmmm, how thoughtful. Still, I shake my head, “don’t be lazy dear, I didn’t raise you like that” **** “Woah, he really did all that?” I said as Noah narrates all his encounter with the mysterious man he called daddy. “Yes, mama his rich, fit your criteria of a man” Kids, so delusional. “Man in finance, trust fund baby, six-five, blue eyes” Emma recite “did he tick all the boxes?” “Yes Emma, A upgrade, a billionaire unicorn walking in town, his unmarried I think”

"As if," "I am a Millionaire." He said. "And this guy here," Neko pointed at Elio. "He could buy your millions with 1 percent of his wealth." Alex did not argue that. It could not be seen but Elio's wealth that he created could never be calculated. If he spent his entire life spending his money, he would be a billionaire. Mia was on the other side of the plane taking Ayah's full attention. She did not realize how jealous she had been ever since Ayah's relationship with Elio got better.

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.