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“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?”

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—”

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

***Elena's POV*** “Before we begin,”Dominic said, his voice calm enough to be insulting, “there is something you should all know.” No one said a word. He reached into his pocket and placed the marriage certificate on the table. A couple of men blinked. Someone actually made a strangled sound. Dominic’s gaze swept the room. “This is Elena Blackwood... My wife.” The silence that followed was so complete it felt physically heavy. Then came the shock.

So I did. I told him about the compound and the physician's notes. I told him about Franklin Adler and the financial records from my mother's estate. I told him about Celestine Vare and the seventeen years she had spent quietly building a file she was now ready to hand over. I told him what my father had just admitted on the phone, in the vague, careful way that men like him admitted things when they had no other choice. Elio listened without interrupting. He asked questions and took notes. He was the kind of person who knew that the most useful thing you could do when someone was telling you something important was to actually listen.

He stopped short as if he was about to spill a secret but caught himself. "What?" Anna asked. "Never mind," he waved. "He just kept saying it was a misunderstanding that would be cleared up soon." Eugene set down his glass and rubbed his temples. "Your father was my best friend for twenty years. He was the most ethical man I knew. I trust him, but the numbers didn't tally. There was nothing we could do about it." "How much money are we talking about?" "Nearly two million dollars." The number hit Anna like a physical blow. Two million dollars. No wonder the DA had frozen everything.

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.

She’s part of the family and hurting just as much but I can’t bring myself to say the words. Her footsteps recede down the hall. The front door opens and closes and a distant noise of a car announces her departure. I didn’t even say goodbye. “Are you ready?” Lucas asks with a grim expression, then opens the document without getting a response and begins to read. “I, Estela Dominique Castillo, of sound mind and body in the event of my death will my estate, companies, assets, various collections, and all my accumulated wealth to my only daughter, Penelope Lorena Castillo under one non-negotiable condition... That she marries Christian Hilton.”

His eyes scanned me with a sense of compromise. "What do you want?” He snapped. I shot a glance at Grey, he got the message. He handed a paper to him- a check. He stretched his hand sluggishly, not eager to collect it. But immediately his hand rested on it, his eyes scanned it in disbelief. His face lit in excitement. I could imagine the excitement in his heart as his fingers traced the edges of the slip. “$3 million? Isabella this is too much.” I felt a quick wave of relief washed over me. I didn't expect his expression to soften so fast. Money was indeed a game changer.