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Luke says to him, and he goes to his hot sugar daddy. “Name your price, Alondra,” the CEO wanted to know how greedy she is for money—his instinct never failed him as she bet her price. “Give us one million—“ “ALONDRA!” His uncle didn’t want to, but Luke Carter Vozinelik wanted it to give wholeheartedly. “You are cheap,” his daddy Luke countered her, and she flinched by his words. “I am generous to give you ten million,” Luke signed it, and he left them all speechless. Alfonso stood up and didn’t want to receive it. “Luke, I am thankful that this child will have a brand new life—“

she continued lazily. Mom held Ethan's chin and met his blue eyes. "Then who must be this handsome man?" she inquired curiously. "Ask him," Celestine replied. Bombarded with doubts and curiosity, she asked. "Are you my grandson? From whom?" Ethan smiled and proudly responded. "Yes! Aunt Celestine told me that you are my grandma and grandpa! I am Blake Ethan Hernandez II, turning six years old! My mother is Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer and My Dad is Barack Santiolle! I was born in Italy!"

“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?”

All the color drained from Santiago's face at the mention of Director Chen. "Yes, I know all about your little secret." Julian patted a document he retrieved from his drawer. "I don't get how you could be so stupid to do that, but then again, you're not your brother." Julian looked like he was in pain. "He was always the bright one." Santiago felt a sting in his heart; the tips of his fingers felt cold. "If you don't comply with my terms, I will put the word out and expose what you did, and everything, everything you worked hard for, will go down the drain."

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.”

No one can take that away from me, because my father has so much money that I'll die and still won't spend it all. Being an only child guarantees me a happy and wealthy life. Well, not just wealthy, but millionaire. If I were to marry a pauper, my father would disinherit me instantly. That's why I have to marry Ricardo, an excellent catch and highly sought after by the ladies of São Paulo. He owns several expanding companies throughout Brazil, and eventually, worldwide. He's a visionary. Ricardo will go far, and with me by his side, everything will be complete. I'll be a beautiful woman to accompany him at his events.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

I tell him, rechecking my schedule “Yara Hadid, Mr David daughter who stays at London is on a vacation here in Alameda” I lifted my head, my attention caught. “How do you know about this?” “Uncle Ernesto gave me all the details. So you just have to attend his function. Work your charm on his daughter, gain Mr David trust and we buy his company in California. Baam. We all win” he says as I leaned forward grabbing the remaining sandwich. Considering Lucius words, it looks simple but I was about to take a break on ladies