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Esmeralda’s POV “The story is already out.” Theo’s voice is careful when he says it, like he’s trying to decide how much impact the words will have before they land. I look up from the contract on my desk. “What story?” He hesitates for half a second too long before stepping forward and handing me his tablet. That tells me everything before I even look. I take it anyway. And read. The headline is clean. Too clean. Morrison Manufacturing CEO Esmeralda Hale Expecting First Child with Billionaire Husband.

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.

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.”

Mr Madison couldn't sleep that night, he kept tossing and turning in bed wondering if Sofia was still alive, He couldn't stop thinking about how Saul was hitting her with no remorse, surely it wouldn't be hard for him to kill her and at that moment, he knew he would never let that happen, The past few days, he had come to realize that he loved his daughter very much, in fact, he came to the conclusion that she was the only person that he truly cared about. He got out of bed when he failed to sleep and went to his study, he made himself a cup of black coffee and went to his computer, He immediately he opened it and went online, the first thing he saw there the headlines written under a new ar

Carmen said. I sneered when she told me this. "You think that one million dollars is a lot of money but let me just make it clear to you that it's not worth much to Andres at all. It's a small ammout compared to the money that he has. I think that you should get as much as you can from him so that you won't have to worry about money for the rest of your life. With a house like this ... Carmen immediately cut me off. "That's enough Chloe. Whatever money he has is his money. Not mine. I dont have any rights to his money. I don't get to demand that he gives me more just because he married me. That is too much" she told me.

I needed the dopamine, I just needed something for myself again. Wow his Mansion is so huge, who is this guy? A secret CIA that needs a one night stand to move on with his life and release the sperm or what? Fuck! What do I care, at least his hot enough and from the look of things he is rich enough to lay with me not bad for a one night stand. I got in his bed, the huge bed in white bed sheets, so dressed and pressed, the house so arranged and everything in white and grey, wow.

Lyv has no one to rely on but him. “And if I don’t agree?” answered the young man firmly. “What do we care if your family will be erased from the world? My sister and her child’s future are at stake here. I will not allow your grandson to marry my sister just like that.” The old lady did not move. She waved her hand at the uniformed men. One of them responded by holding out an envelope. The woman gently placed it on the table. “That envelope contains all the assets and properties of the Dela Vega Empire; not only in the entire Philippines but also in different corners of the world. If you think we don’t—”

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.

“I’ve come to talk to you about something… personal.” Sophia raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “Personal?” Evelyn hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I know about the situation with Edward Vanderbilt. And I know about your father, Sean. I think you need to hear what I have to say.” Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. Edward Vanderbilt? Sean? This wasn’t just a casual visit. She nodded, gesturing for Evelyn to sit. “Go ahead. I’m listening.” --- A Shocking Revelation As Evelyn spoke, Sophia felt the ground beneath her feet shift. Evelyn revealed that she was, in fact, the estranged daughter of a former associate of Edward Vanderbilt’s—someone who had been directly involved in the b

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.