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"What!!!! I said almost screaming. "Yep! I have thirty five cars while Michael has fifty cars. "Jeez!!!! I finally screamed. These guys are filthy rich. Well what was I expecting from New York's youngest billionaire. James started the car and we drove off.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

what a unfaithful day. Luna then looks at the gardens where different rare plants, herbs were grown. She can also see a artificial lake .She can see different colours fish in the lake . The garden was really very beautiful. The mansion was also very beautiful , big and magestic.It was so big that a entire city people can live there. She then thinks such a waste of money, if he had so much money he should have donated.What's so good to keep so many money and be the richest man in the world when other peoples are suffering.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

At this point, keeping a rich kid alive seemed a lot less stressful than dealing with corporate sharks. "The client is extremely particular, Miss Brooks," the agency director, Mrs. Gable, had warned me this morning. "The pay is triple our standard rate, but there is a high turnover. No one lasts more than a week." "I can handle particular," I told her, squeezing my hands together under the table to hide their shaking. That was how I found myself standing in front of the iron gates of the Cross Estate. My heart did a violent tap-dance against my ribs. Cross. As in Killian Cross. The enigmatic, terrifying billionaire who ran Cross Industries—the very man Tristan and Sienna were desperate to im

“It’ll work out, Rae. Fingers crossed.” Before I could respond, Amelia one of Claire’s friends came over. Her eyes were sparkling like she had some big news. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close, “who would’ve guessed you were having an affair with a hot billionaire?” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” Claire tilted her head. “An affair? With who?” Amelia waved her phone. “You’re all over the internet. Haven’t you seen? Look!” I grabbed her phone, heart pounding. There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed

Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.

“They’re coming after you because of me.” “They’re coming after us because of you,” I whispered. “You think your name protects me, but it doesn’t. It just paints a bigger target.” His jaw tightened. “I can control this, Elena.” I stared at him — the billionaire, the fixer, the man who thought money could silence storms. “Not this time,” I said softly. By noon, the internet had devoured every photo, every rumour. My art page was flooded with cruel comments. Some called me a gold digger. Others said worse.

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.