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“Check the internet.” As she noticed a hint of panic in her friend’s voice, she quickly grabbed her laptop and opened the main news website in Bree. Her eyes widened in shock. Right on the site’s front page, the headline was written in bold letters, ‘FORMER EXECUTIVE SECRETARY OF DE CLARION EMPIRE, OWNER OF SWEET SUE CYBERSECURITY, POISONED BILLIONAIRE FREDERICK DE CLARION.’ Belle suddenly felt cold all over her body. Her hands started shaking uncontrollably. Biting her lower lip, the first thing that came to her mind was to take down the news.

“So, What next? Are you guys gonna continue having sex or what?” Annie asked. She wanted to know what her friend, Kate intended to do now that she had had sex with her billionaire boss. “Hell no. I told him that it was just a mistake and it ain't gonna happened ever again.” “What the fuck did you just say, Katie? Are you crazy? You had sex with a billionaire and all you could figure out to tell him was that it was a big mistake that won’t happen again? Are you fucking out of your mind?”

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

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.

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

"This just came in to BNC Media. After Gaby Taylor had been reported missing for weeks, she is now back in Braeton City! Pictures of her surfaced, visiting her parents' grave together with an old, yet elegant-looking woman whom our reporters have now identified as... Diana Cromwell, Gaby's grandmother." "Our people were quick to track it all down! Apparently, Gabrielle Taylor came from a family of nobility and wealth who had long been living in Freedonia, a small country in Europe not known to many! It was where Gabrielle had been hiding over the past few weeks." From the TV screen, Lyla saw how the news anchor winked before adding, "And get this, The Cromwells of Freedonia is believed to ha

“I’m out of here. I will not fucking let him insult me.” “It’s not an insult, love, a fact. I’m a billionaire with a net worth higher than yours. You’re meant to wait.” I spread my arms across the table, grinning. “One. I am not-love. My name is Layla. They thought you word in grade school, right? Second, we are both billionaires and Forbes just released this year’s copy. My net worth is thousands higher than yours now." That threw me off to her pleasure. “What!?”

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

Devastating. The article is worse. "Isla Bennett, 26, served $85 steaks to Manhattan's elite while drowning in $250,000 of debt from her father's failed construction business. Now she's engaged to billionaire Gabriel Hunt and living in a $30 million penthouse. Fairytale romance or financial transaction? Sources close to Hunt Capital suggest the engagement came with a very specific price tag..." "Sources?" My voice cracks. "Hale. Or someone he paid." I scroll to the comments. I can't stop myself. It’s like picking a scab.