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I was nearly 30, and while people say that its young enough to dip into more endeavors for trial and error, they didn’t realize how volatile the marriage industry was in the world of billionaires. The faster the money came, the faster it went. I couldn’t keep working myself to the bone and expect to live peacefully. This club was the one thing that could finally be the key to earning while having the time to actually relax for once. I needed this. “Hey,” I greeted him as I walked towards the balcony. “What’s up?” “I’ve been reading the news,” he sighed. “Are you all right?” “There wasn’t much I could do about Cristo and Suzan,” I sighed. “She was the one who wanted to back off.”

Headline: Dhruv Kapoor Spotted with Bollywood Debutante Anjali Bhatt at Lavish Engagement Ceremony, Fueling Speculation of a New Romance In a surprising turn of events, tech billionaire Dhruv Kapoor, who recently found himself at the center of rumors involving Arora Industries' CEO Shanaya Arora, has been spotted in the company of a budding actress. The latest sighting has sparked fresh speculation about Kapoor's romantic life, as he was seen arm in arm with the glamorous Anjali Bhatt at his sister's extravagant engagement ceremony. The stunning actress turned heads in a sea green saree adorned with dazzling diamonds, adding an extra touch of opulence to the lavish affair.

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

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

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

She looked at her friend again. “All of Adam’s wealth is now in my name.” She muttered softly. Tiffany’s eyes widened, and she stepped back. “Isn’t my life in danger with you? You’re a billionaire now, they might kidnap us.” She said, sounding almost insane. Yza rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about you, Tiffany. You’re acting crazy.” She glared at her friend. Her friend just laughed at her reaction. Yza lazily opened the chocolates with almonds. She needed one because her mouth tasted like rust, and she hadn’t eaten anything. She had only tasted the sotanghon her grandmother cooked in the mansion, but she didn’t really like it.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?