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she said, voice honeyed. Lena sank into the seat, heart pounding. That was it. Mr Hale was going to kill her. She’d read stories about this. She’s read books like these of billionaires who spiral once the chips are down.They were onto them and his back was against the wall so he was getting rid of her.I mean,the driver didn't even make eye contact with her. They passed through the estate gates, then down familiar streets that twisted toward the city. Her chest tightened when she recognized her old café on the corner as she ducked instinctively, hiding behind the seat like anyone could recognize her behind the mask.

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

“My offer still remains dear, if you still want to stay with me, you are more than welcome.” A true friend Felisha felt lucky to have one. But after some times, Sonia could only take enough, she was tired of shouldering her friends responsibility on her head. She finally introduced Felisha to the place where she worked, with a very rich billionaire who fancies beautiful ladies, telling her that she would just be an escort. “My friend is beautiful, she might be lucky she thought” It was when Felisha reached the house that she found out t about all the other information Sofia had failed to mention.

The gates were twice as tall as Camila expected. Or maybe she just hadn’t expected anything at all. No photos of the elusive Dante Moreau had prepared her for this—his estate hidden deep in the mountains, guarded like a fortress, his name whispered in boardrooms and on scandal blogs alike. Ruthless. Brilliant. Dangerous. And now? Her responsibility. She was here to “babysit” the billionaire. That’s what the email had said. A temporary live-in assistant hired by his legal team to keep him away from reporters, alcohol, and women for six weeks while the world forgot about his latest scandal.

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I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting. Vladimir slid a glossy photograph across the desk. I took my time picking it up, a man in his late thirties, dark hair, cruel eyes. Tattoos ran up his neck—but the one that stood out most was a red rose inked just under his jaw. “Sixty percent” I said. “You can't be serious Hilton,” His voice filled with shock. “You can have someone else find him for you, and pay the four hundred billion dollars, because no one's going to find him in two days for you except me”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."