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BRIANNA'S POV WHICH was more confusing? Getting married to a complete stranger, or knowing how to put up with having life growing inside of you I guess the the two. I was getting married to a total stranger ans if there was anything I was glad of, he was not totally a jack though partially he was one like all men of his gender, all men of his Calibre. He was fucking rich and that itself was very obvious, he was so rich that he could literally buy half of the city houses so easily and keep them running on electricity.

"Someone was inside while we were away?" "It seems so." She unfolded the note and read. Then with a frown handed it to Addie. You won the couple's draw for the night out on a yacht. Dinner and drinks will be provided. Please be at the dock at seven tonight, the trip is about four hours, your captain for the evening will meet you. Congratulations. Management. "This is nice!" Addie said. "A night of wining and dining on a yacht. Can you imagine the stars out there on the ocean with no lights around?"

her father finally spoke, and it took Taphney a while to realize the name he had mentioned. What's going on? Taphney quickly looked at the man who was now slowly standing up from his seat. She stared at him from head to toe, unable to believe her eyes. How could her father owe this man a hundred million pesos when they were almost of the same age? Taphney had always thought that Mr. Santocildez was an old man with wrinkled skin and a big belly. She had no idea that he was this handsome. "Well, yeah. Sort of. But I suddenly thought that you and your child might run away, which I was not wrong about. Because look at you two, why do you have a suitcase? Are you planning on running away from you

Fifty million USD. The air left my lungs. "Fifty million?" "That’s the exit f*e for a Cruz who chickens out." Santiago stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me. "Does Eduardo have fifty million for a grandson who failed his only mission? Or perhaps you have it tucked away in your paint tubes?" "He didn't tell me." "He wouldn't. He wanted you trapped." Santiago took the paper back, his fingers brushing mine. I flinched. "So. Are we calling the lawyers? Or are you going back to your room?"

At 26 with Milo and 27 with Rose. "Oh, baby," Elise said softly, taking Rose's hands, just like Grandma Rose took her hands 20 years ago. "Faint line?" "Yes! Faint! Like yours with me!" Elise hugged her daughter, who hated billionaires but now might be having a billionaire's baby - £240B baby, richest baby in London - and whispered, "It's okay. We will check again tomorrow. Faint can be... faint. And even if... even if it's real, it's okay. I married your dad by mistake at 26 with plastic folder. You... you fell in love by mistake at 20 with Tesco rose. It's family tradition. Mistake love."

I know in myself what I really look like. Aunt Helena stood up and approached me. "Oh, excellent! If you become my son's secretary, this is what you will wear from now on." It was as if I was an obedient nod. So she even bought me a lot of these clothes. When I got home to the condo that Aunt Helena had given me I quickly climbed into bed and decided to go to sleep. I was tired all day because on Monday I would start working at Callahan enterprises as Anastasia Fuentes and Alexis Von Callahan’s new secretary. And since Monday I will always be able to see him and be with him. My training wasn't easy but I overcame it all. A smile flashed on my lips. "I'll get revenge as soon as possible

“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?”

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.

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."

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.