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Book 2 introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret Baby series A one-night stand with a billionaire left me an unexpected gift—a baby he didn’t know he had. Six years later, he storms back into my life. As my boss and fake husband. Alex is a walking distress signal. He is domineering and always in a grumpy mood. An irritatingly hot AF billionaire married to his restaurants. Reuniting with him has thrown me into a whirlwind of trouble.

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.

wanted that it wasn't weird. As he made his way to the top floor of the building, thoughts of their trip to Florida raced through his head. Despite all the good things that had happened, she needed to do something about it. He packed up his things and checked the messages before picking up the key to the file room. Sorting through the files by investors who were also clients, you can see a Russian word that you didn't know, “неоценимый”, in the reminders area of some invoices.

However, the mafia lord walks inside when throwing his cigarette on the ground. “My apologies, baby Cali. Uncle smoked outside. By the way, here is my present for you,” he says, and he handed me a card—Luke’s forehead creases when he sees it. “Is this—“ Lincoln cuts him off and gives it to Cali. “You’re son is already a millionaire. I put five hundred million pesos in this time deposit card. He would not be able to touch this until he is eighteen. I know you will buy another Bugatti when I give it to you as cash.”

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

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...

her father finally spoke, and it took Taphney a while to realize the name he had mentioned. What's going on? Taphney quickly looked at the man who was now slowly standing up from his seat. She stared at him from head to toe, unable to believe her eyes. How could her father owe this man a hundred million pesos when they were almost of the same age? Taphney had always thought that Mr. Santocildez was an old man with wrinkled skin and a big belly. She had no idea that he was this handsome. "Well, yeah. Sort of. But I suddenly thought that you and your child might run away, which I was not wrong about. Because look at you two, why do you have a suitcase? Are you planning on running away from you

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.

“Wait, wait. Hold on. You’re telling me this guy wants a baby out of the deal and offers you such a huge amount of money? And that’s it? What’s his name? Do you even know who he is?” Emma bit her lip, trying to remember the name Aunt Jane had told her. “Yeah, I think his name is Ryan Miller.” Sonia’s jaw dropped. “Shut up! Ryan Miller? The Ryan fucking Miller?” “Do you know him or something?” Emma asked, curious of her response and Immediately, Sonia brought out her phone and googled Ryan Miller. "Let me show you who Ryan Miller is." She flashed Emma the search results: “Forbes 30 Under 30, richest man in New York?”

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"