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he said curtly. Lara watched him in awe. He was accustomed to receiving attention from girls and remained unfazed by the admiring glances of his female staff in the office. Sometimes, it irritated him. He sighed and left the office, heading straight to the parking lot. He settled inside his red Ferrari, started the ignition, and drove towards his home. Ryder Knight, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and owner of Knight Enterprises, had achieved success and popularity at a young age. He was handsome, attractive, and the most sought-after bachelor in New York City. He possessed two qualities that drove girls crazy: lots of money and good looks.

She pulled out the top sheet of paper and began to read its contents. (To Shasha ... Congratulations! You suddenly became a billionaire, hehe. Are you shocked ?, please calm down, I still have a thousand secrets that will make you even more shocked) Shasha read the first part of the sentence with furrowed brows. Shocked? Is there anything more surprising than being an heir in one night? Getting lots of properties and money deposits that even the zero numbers make her heads dizzy?. (Before knowing the other shocking thing, I hope you pray first, so that your heart is still healthy after you know everything. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and make

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

“I told her I was happily married and I was never going to give her any money and then she threatened to release a sex tape of us.” “Of who? You and me or you and her?” Raina asked. “Of me and you Raina.” He whispered. “What???? How????” Raina asked in shock. “I don’t know how she got it. She sent a video of us making out in the elevator during our honeymoon in Dubai. She has information about your past which she wants to use to ruin our reputation and since she’s friends with people that work for different magazines and newspapers, she plans to tell a lie, making it seem as if I took Alexa away from her and you’re only with me for my money”

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.

I understand you may have some concerns, but I assure you, my intentions are true. Sabrina snorted. "True? You mean you truly wanted a free ticket to wealth. I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "That's enough, Sabrina. Adrian is my husband, and you will treat him with respect." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Adrian spoke. "I may not come from wealth, but I work hard, and I care about Victoria's happiness. That's all that should matter." Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "How noble of you. But let's be honest, a man like you will never fit into our world."

“And what about the money you said he gave you, how much did he have you?” “He gave me double of what I asked for” “What?!” Freggo screamed and I turned to see him in shock “Why scream, is everything okay?” “Wait, babe you mean he gave you one million dollars?” He asked as he stood up from the bed and came to hold me by the waist. “Why are you acting surprised like you don't know that I'm married to a billionaire?” “You should have told me this Babu then we could go all night long, this is just the perfect strength that I need” He said in a seductive voice and before I knew what was happening he already lifted in his arms and carried me to the bed,

We laughed and kissed and, because the house was ours for the night, we indulged in what felt like the kind of reckless joy grown-ups rarely allowed themselves: we danced barefoot in the kitchen while a record player crackled a too-loud song, we sang terribly and with huge confidence, and we threw open windows to let the night come in like an invited guest. The first time we went outside, the sky was a broad sheet of velvet. There was a small fire pit and two chairs that had already been arranged like conspirators. Marcus had a blanket slung over his arm like a cape. He made me sit and wrapped the blanket tight around both of us. There’s a tenderness to men who are billionaires that is not a

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He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.