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“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

It was a blow that she didn’t expect, and she felt as though her heart was being wrenched when she realized that these people in front of her saw her as a low woman who would do everything for money alone. And it made her feel worse. Her eyes dropped to the money inside the black case. Never in her life did she hold a huge amount of money like that. It was actually part of her dream: to be a millionaire. However, her conscience would never forgive her if she accepted it. "Take it, Michelle, and stay away from Ethan." Ashley laughed. "You see, you will become a millionaire after this conversation? Thanks to my Aunt Selene." "Mich..." Megan called for her in her faint voice.

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.

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

Damn, if one morning of freedom could do that for her then I would see that it never changed. "We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff." "That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt. "Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon Thorpe's dime. "I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?"

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

Though it was true that money could make one bold, Madam Robinson’s actions were akin to rubbing Flynn and his wife's faces in the dirt and then stomping on them. Fiona was so moved that she didn't know what to say. However, when she glanced at Flynn and his wife, she saw that their faces were ashen with embarrassment. At that moment, Gabriel and Tessa walked in. Gabriel, having overheard the conversation, said, "How can you accept Grandma's money?" Flynn quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Fiona, even though you are Grandma's god-granddaughter, you shouldn't be too greedy." “Flynn is right. Although three million isn't much, when you return to the Darwin Family, we will give you more. If we give