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“I am trying to figure it out, Emmy. Huracio did a lot of things. A lot of things. Like when he surprised me with diner in bed. How he stayed up all night when I was sick, how he made sure I had everything I needed before I even asked for them. He bought me a house and gave me a honeymoon in Milan. He gives me 5 million every month as pocket money ….” “What did you say?” Emilia blinked at me, looking shocked. “I said…” “Your monthly allowance is 5 million? Did I hear wrong? Is that what you said?” Yes.” “You have that much money?” “yes.” “How long have you been married?” she started counting her fingers, while I watched in bewilderment.

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

Now, I fully understand why Daddy refuses to let go of Yohan and insists on our marriage. Yohan is one of the wealthiest businessmen in the U.S., admired by many, especially as the sole heir to his family's vast empire. With his parents long gone, he controls their numerous businesses. He excels at negotiation and manipulation, having outmaneuvered countless business rivals. No one has managed to defeat him—most businessmen simply choose to partner with him rather than go against him.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

She pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper. As she opened the letter, a small silver key with a unique number engraved on it slid out and fell into her lap. Elena ignored the key for a moment and began to read the neat, handwritten words on the page: > Dear Elena, > My name is Mr. Bill, and I was your father’s loyal lawyer and friend. If you are reading this, it means Callum Carnegie has passed away, and you are in great danger from his family. > They want to steal your birthright. Your father never forgot you. Inside this letter are the codes to private vault 402 at the Central Heritage Bank. Enclosed is the key. Inside that vault is the final truth, the absolute proof that you

This wasn't a five-million-dollar donation; this was his entire identity. "Elias," she whispered. "That was your life. Your legacy." "No. That was his legacy," Elias said, reaching out to gently touch the massive engagement ring on her finger. "My life is here. My legacy is raising my son and watching you build things that actually grow." He picked up a small, folded piece of paper from the chest. "There's one more sacrifice, one more final move to sever ties." He handed her the paper. It was the deed to the Harborview Inn.

"Why would I be stupid enough to turn down the chance to use the highest black card for two months? I still have to open the presidential suite for Grandpa to sleep in." "Right, Grandpa?" Lucas looked at George. "Yes," George nodded with a smile, thinking Fernando would lose. "I'm glad he doesn't agree," Fernando muttered with relief. If Lucas agreed, how could he trick him into giving Joyce two million yuan? "What are you talking about!" Xiomara immediately glanced at Fernando with an annoyed look. "You have a brain in your head, right? Why bet with him?” “No, Mom. I want to win two million yuan from him and make it Joyce’s pocket money.” Fernando warned. Knowing Xiomara, if he won, she wou

She had to admit it even if she didn't want to: Leonardo White was a really interesting man. His voice, when he wanted it, acquired an interesting rhythm, she had hardly spoken about her, in fact, she didn't want to, besides, his anecdotes were much more interesting than what she had to say. "And that was how your father became a millionaire?" Emma questioned, completely enraptured, not only by his face, but by him, by what he conveyed to her, she had even forgotten the extreme doubt she had about whether it was true that he had abandoned a son.