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Charity had a way of softening people’s hearts and I took the opportunity to reach out to more clients. Rylee still had me in the neck and I was still thinking of what to do. I knew she had feelings for Manolo but it just wasn’t right. She was carrying me. No child of mine was ever going to be in the way of their lovemaking episodes. I was attracted to her but I knew I could never get her to like me too. I had lost but I was contented. No woman was ever going to make me beg for attention or love. Montelle was trying all possible best to get me to love her but women were disgusting to me at that time. I knew I wasn’t the only billionaire she was scouting and most definitely not one of the one

“I’m offering protection.” “And the price?” Ruby asked. “Marriage. An heir. The words felt unreal then. Terrifying. Kelvin Blackwood was a billionaire in title, but not in freedom. His father’s will was cruel and precise. Without a wife and child, Blackwood Holdings would pass to his younger brother. Dante. Dante Blackwood smiled easily and destroyed quietly. He wanted the company not to run it but to ruin Kelvin with it. “You’ll live under my name,” Kelvin said. “Under my protection.”

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

"Our home. Billionaires' Row. Our bed. No pillow wall." He picked her up - princess style, barefoot, wet - and carried her to his Range Rover, leaving 999 roses in puddles, which the whole Camden estate quickly picked up and took home, because free roses from a billionaire are free roses. In the car, heating on full blast, Elise sneezed. Ethan took off his wet suit jacket and wrapped her in it, just like at Claridge's. "My wife looks beautiful even when sneezing in the rain," he said.

Clara stole a glance at me, one that seemed to ask if I was insane for making such an expensive order. "I'm the luckiest billionaire's wife, remember?" I asked in sarcasm. "Ohh... Pardon my manners," her face glittered in amusement. We ate in silence, the sweet aroma of various expensive delicacies filled the air. As the food went down my tiny throat, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction and pride wash over me. I knew it wouldn't be so easy being a billionaire's wife for the next 20 months but I was ready to give it whatever it would take. I had already tasted this life of luxury and I wouldn't stop for nothing.

The story reached the apartment before they did. By the time the car pulled into the underground garage, Oliver had already forwarded the first wave of posts and short articles. The narrative was clean and poisonous. Evelyn Hart, the scholarship student who had sold one night of her life, was now “actively hunting” a long-lost wealthy mother in a calculated bid to claim an Ellison inheritance. Millfield was named. The timing of the trip was framed as proof of greed rather than grief. Damian read the largest piece in silence while the elevator rose. When the doors opened on their floor he handed the phone to Evelyn without comment. She scanned it once, then set the phone face-down on the coun

She had brought this tragedy to him. "So you kidnapped me because you wanted my help?" "There was no other way, I had to result to this. I need money, Faith." Faith sighed in relief, she could give him whatever money she had, it wasn't much to compensate for what he had gone through. "A million grand." "W_what?" Faith choked, she couldn't have heard him right. If she had such money, she probably wouldn't have lost custody to Sterling. "Aren't you married to that billionaire now? A million grand should be nothing to you."

I couldn’t place it. My feet touched the crunchy little stones on the ground. Peter said nothing. He just led the way, and I followed. The moment I stepped inside, I knew I was in a different world. heaven. The smell of wealth hit me like perfume. What kind of money was this? This man, this billionaire, must be stinking rich, just like Sammy suspected. The interior decor was something else entirely. This was wealth at a level Sammy and I couldn’t even imagine.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

His lips parted slightly. As though he'd forgotten how to breathe. And for the first time since stepping out from behind the curtain, I wished I could see what everyone else was seeing. Because the expression on his face told me it was something special. ——— Ethan- I stared at the invitation, my eyes widening in disbelief. “Sir… this is—” “An invitation to one of the most exclusive galas in South Bay,” he interrupted. “The Imperial Gala. It’s a charity auction hosted by the Crestwood family every year, and getting an invitation is next to impossible.”