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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.”

Hmmm, how thoughtful. Still, I shake my head, “don’t be lazy dear, I didn’t raise you like that” **** “Woah, he really did all that?” I said as Noah narrates all his encounter with the mysterious man he called daddy. “Yes, mama his rich, fit your criteria of a man” Kids, so delusional. “Man in finance, trust fund baby, six-five, blue eyes” Emma recite “did he tick all the boxes?” “Yes Emma, A upgrade, a billionaire unicorn walking in town, his unmarried I think”

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

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

This wasn't a five-million-dollar donation; this was his entire identity. "Elias," she whispered. "That was your life. Your legacy." "No. That was his legacy," Elias said, reaching out to gently touch the massive engagement ring on her finger. "My life is here. My legacy is raising my son and watching you build things that actually grow." He picked up a small, folded piece of paper from the chest. "There's one more sacrifice, one more final move to sever ties." He handed her the paper. It was the deed to the Harborview Inn.

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.

Making sure I understand them correctly. The firstborn child of Adrian Cross. That's Ezra. My baby. My son sleeping upstairs. My hands start shaking harder. The paper crinkles in my grip. Forty-seven million. One hundred fifty-six million. Two hundred three million. I do the math in my head. Over four hundred million dollars. Ezra is supposed to inherit over four hundred million dollars. And nobody told me. Not Adrian. Not his parents. Not a single person in this entire family mentioned this.

Liam's mom yelled. I just sat frozen in my plush chair. "Are you drunk, Papa?" Barbara asked with a bored expression. "Just what are you reading, Toberto?" Patricia asked in an exasperated, childish tone. "I'm not drunk, and what you just heard was indeed written and signed by me." "What nonsense! You will not give everything that I have worked for to this ignorant child that cut off from her family to go marry some fool!” Uncle yelled. “She’s no child! She is my granddaughter, the FIRST LEGITIMATE granddaughter of Henry Hernandez! And she will run my assets,” Papa growled out in anger, his tone final.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."