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Breathe. We finally got to where we were going, and I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. I was ready to embrace what was to come. If I die, I’ll just go join my already dead baby — which is better than staying on this earth with no one to rely on. I couldn’t help but widen my mouth in awe because of how mighty the mansion I was standing in front of was. Sophie was the only friend I had, and her dad was pretty loaded and owned a company, but their house didn’t compare to this one. The mansion gleamed so brightly, it could’ve been daytime.

The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

******** When I talk of a sl*t–slave, I mean a professional hooker, and believe me, Lily was a dirty one. Nevertheless, she applauded being caged in slavery. I mean she could control this–forbidden obsession. Her precious, princess life died–out immediately when she made an erroneous choice. And marrying this billionaire of the south was her toughest decision ever. However, she was getting used to the d*mn guilt. Lily grabbed the doorway frame and voluptuously undid the straps holding her dress from the back. Soon, her woollen, short dress dropped on the floor, exposing her womanhood. It was a tempting beginning, just the way Ahmed liked with her.

Anton followed suit, his own release building as he thrust deeply into me, filling me with his hot seed. As our orgasms subsided, they lay entangled, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. Anton kissed my forehead, his breath ragged. "This is just the beginning, my love," he whispered. "Together, we'll explore a world of pleasure and freedom." I smiled, feeling a sense of liberation and desire like never before. I knew that with Anton by my side, I would learn to live for myself, to embrace the power of my own sexuality, and to savor the freedom that had always eluded me.

"Give me one secret. Something real. Something you’ve hidden. Leave it bare on the table before we go any further. If I’m to give you my trust—fully—I need to know what’s locked beneath your surface." The muscles in his face tightened. Lachlan McIntyre, the billionaire tycoon, the man accustomed to control and owning everything with his presence alone, hesitated. His fingers slipped from my cheek and grazed the polished wood of the desk, forming a tight fist that told me this wasn’t just a simple ask; it was monumental. "You’re asking for something no one has ever dared ask me for before," he said quietly, his gaze hardening. "But I suppose that’s what draws me to you, isn’t it? You’re not l

"Even if he's domineering? Even if he's terrifyingly manipulative and completely controls the situation?" "Girl, he's offering her a fresh start, her dream career back, absolute financial freedom, and a million-dollar exit cheque!" Maya gushed, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Plus, in those stories, the terrifying, brooding billionaire is always secretly down bad for the heroine! It’s toxic, it’s dramatic, it’s dark romance perfection! Who turns down a billionaire knight in a dark suit?" Celine let out a soft, exasperated sigh, shaking her head at her friend's hopeless obsession with domineering men and dramatic romance tropes. "You're absurd."

The ruthless, terrifying billionaire who had ruled the city's financial market for five years looked completely, utterly broken. "They're mine," he whispered. It wasn't a question. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, thick with five years of unshed tears, desperate longing, and sudden, shocking realization. "Aurora... they're mine. They have my eyes. They have my face." "They are my children!" Aurora hissed, her voice trembling with a ferocious, protective rage. She glared at him, her posture completely rigid. "They have nothing to do with you! I raised them alone. I protected them alone. You have no right to even look at them!"

“I can trust you, yes? I don't play with my family. It's everything to me.” I allow the ghost of a smile to grace my face. An image forming in my mind of doe-eyed woman with long auburn hair, electric blue eyes, and a delicateness that I want to destroy. “Of course, Vlad. Family is a top priority for me too.” This seems to please the russian billionaire and the meeting ends with him beaming like a kid and trying to hug me. Luckily, Liam intercepts him before I do something to wreck our business, like break his arm for trying to touch me.

Amelie had said I needed heart surgery, but I knew we couldn’t afford it. I don’t know if Mom and Dad were looking out for us or if fate just decided to reward nice people, but something happened that would change our lives forever. In walked Nathan Michaels like a prince on his trusty steed. Amelie and Nathan had a whirlwind romance, and Nathan just happened to be a billionaire. I had my surgery, and we went from living in a bug-infested apartment to a two-floor penthouse apartment. What was to come next, though, was even more surprising.

shrugging it off, I signed the contract. The Next Morning The sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. I reached for it groggily, expecting a call about Henry's medication schedule, instead, it was Rose. “Check your social media! your face is all over the Internet– the Internet is on fire right now!" she screamed. I hung up and rushed to my account. *“Billionaire Ethan Frost and a mystery woman caught on a romantic date at the Victorian lounge last night. *”Could it be that Ethan Frost is Bisexual or is he into women, this question is raging in the minds of Many.