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All I know right now is that I love you dear girl, and I hope someday we may meet again, but for now I have to leave you. Love, your grandmother. I look at the piece of paper utterly confused for a moment. Why haven’t I read this before? Where was this when I looked over the paperwork in the motel rooms. I do not even remember seeing this before. And it’s definitely more detailed than the one Mr. Felton read to me and my father. I look over the paper again. The amount in the bank account - 2.7 billion?! What is the world? I also never knew it was that much. And maybe that isn’t even all. I shuffle the papers around until I find my mother’s will, and then I change my mind. I am not going to s

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."

“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.

my father asked his voice rising that it echoed. I looked at him confused and realized he was referring to my son. "This is my son father, his name is Kyle. He is five years old." i said calmly as I sat across from him and Kyle right next to me. "And why is he here?" my father asked. "Don't tell me you had a child out of wedlock." a voice I was so Familiar with said from the hallway laughing sarcastically. "I really did dodge a bullet." he added. It was none other than Eric, the man I was supposed to marry six years ago.

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."

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

“And where’s my granddaughter? I’m eager to see how much her belly has grown because she’s already pregnant, isn’t she? I can’t put up with the idea you gave us the money we needed to save the company and my dear Cameron hasn’t been able to conceive.” Diego looked at Mr. Mendez like he was trying to see in him the backup he was needing. Mr. Mendez just nodded a little. Mr. Milan’s smile erased little by little when he noticed the man beside Diego and Diego where speaking in code. “Diego, what’s going on?” Mr. Milan asked a little impatient. “There’s something you want to talk to me.” Diego sighed. “Mr. Milan, there’s something you have to know about your granddaughter.”

Over the decades, that hundred million had grown into a billion-dollar fortune. For the first time, Sebastian noticed an unfamiliar happiness on their faces. it was a joy he had never seen in his presence before. It made his heart ache, though he couldn’t quite understand why. Still, he smiled at the irony of it all and signed the papers his mother had been so eager for him to sign. Elizabeth quickly grabbed the paper and looked at it with a wide smile. She said, “I’m going to get this submitted. We are going to inherit a billion dollars!”

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.