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She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

Emilio explained. "My father was a government official when he came home drunk he could give me money and early morning will go to the bank to save without the knowledge of my mother or even my brothers and sisters my father had already opened for me a junior account" Emilio added. "Immediately after high school I managed to secure my identity card for myself I went to the bank to check the account balance I was told it's twenty million dollars," Emilio said. "With just twenty million dollars you became a billionaire?" Rosario asked.

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.

I complain. EJ spun around and looked at me. He grinned. "Ten Million is just your coin, Sir." said the young man. I frowned. "I'm not a millionaire." "No, because you're a billionaire!" EJ's words made me want to roll my eyes. "My salary in National Geography is not that big. It's impossible to be the billionaire you're talking about," I answered. "So don't brain me." The man turned and went inside the Employee's Room. I still followed. EJ was mumbling but all I understood from what he said was "family" and "filthy rich".

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

“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?”

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

I try to concentrate on being nonchalant and rude, but she keeps scratching her body and her nose, it’s distracting and worrisome. “Do you know about the relationship between Mr. Vandercage and your husband?” Of course, I wouldn't call him my father, not after all the mess he’s put me in. “Ohhh, that man. You know he’s a dumb piece of shit. He was collecting fifty billion dollars every fucking year from your father.” “How didn’t I know about this?” “You were just a little girl, we didn’t want to bother you with that. There’s a lot of this you don’t know about.”