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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.

“Moriah, dear child, think about our relatives. They will have the reason to taunt our family again. Ethan Miller is rescuing you from this disgrace and please don’t allow our relatives to trample on us yet again.” Jianyu said, his voice imploring yet authoritative. For Ethan Miller to marry Moriah will be her redemption from the humiliation of being dumped on her wedding day. Ethan Miller is a 31 year old billionaire. At the age of 17 he was already an astute businessman and became the youngest billionaire in the UK at the age of 25. All thanks to his father who had taught him brilliant business principles and skills.

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.

“I finally sent him #JM# the letter. He’ll read it before the wedding. I had to tell him. About the baby. About everything. I hope he understands.” Eva’s hand trembled as she clutched the diary to her chest. "JM" it rang a bell and it was the only person she suspected all along He. Him. She’d sent the letter to him that she was carrying his child. Eva looked up, her mind reeling, a single name screaming in her head Jeremi Moretti. Eva’s eyes filled with tears. Something wasn’t right. She folded everything neatly and tucked it into her handbag. The truth was beginning to breathe beneath the lies. And Eva wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it.

She closed her eyes, trying to find some comfort in the silence of their living room. “Ruby, I forgot to ask, what’s his name” Naomi asked out of curiosity cutting through Ruby’s thought “Stephan Rodriguez” Ruby replied nonchalantly “Hold on, Ruby please tell me your Stephan isn’t the same Stephan the popular business mogul,” Naomi asked “Well from what I found out, he is the same person, the heir to the Grand Empire” Ruby replied Naomi took out her phone and quickly typed in “Stephan Rodriguez” turning her phone to Ruby “Is this your mystery man” Naomi asked showing Ruby a picture of Stephan from the internet

"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.

"But just so you know…if I find out that you lied to me and I in fact have a dad..I’ll never forgive you mom.” Cesari Islan Sandoval was considered the richest man in Meredor and was third richest in the world worth a lot of billions. He was referred to as a god but he was just a man with the midas touch. His empire was vast having started from scratch and he dealt in oil and gas, automobile, mining and owned a chain of hotels around the world, a shoe company called Suenos and of course Islan Sandoval foundation for the poor, homeless and disabled.

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.

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.”

Justino explained, “Is the money mine, can I have access to the money?“ Ethan asked, “As you can see, the documents are two different one, the other bank documents that was In your name Is my money, my hard earned money, the money that I was jailed for, I really work hard to make that money” Justino said while tears streaming down from his eyes, “This money Is huge dad, the first one Is twenty five billion dollars, and the second one Is just ten billion dollars” Ethan said, “but this money Is Not In the United States of America and how do we lay hands on this money?“ Ethan asked,