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“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

After massages that made my bones feel like liquid and facials that left my skin glowing, we sat in the relaxation room wearing fluffy robes and sipping cucumber water. "So how is living with a billionaire?" Sage asked. "Surreal," I admitted, "he bought me an entire wardrobe yesterday, like it was nothing." "Connor does that too," she laughed, "the first time he took me shopping I thought he was joking about the budget, he was not." "Do you ever feel guilty about the money?" Sage thought for a moment, "At first, yes, but then I realized they do not see it as money, they see it as making us happy, that is their love language."

"There's no battle, Mandy. Zach is my husband." She let out a cackle, one that sounded a lot like mockery and grated on every single one of my fragile nerves. "Your husband? Oh, please, Lina." She pushed away from the doorway and sauntered over to me, dusting imaginary dirt off her palms. "You know, when I first learned of your marriage to a billionaire, I was stunned. I mean, how lucky could you be?" "Lucky? I wasn't lucky, Mandy. I was in love!"

‘Is it true you are a Countess? ‘How did you meet him?’ They were spinning her around shouting question after question with flashes going off in her face and she was genuinely frightened, ‘Get away from me’ She slapped at their hands, ‘Stop touching me’ She pushed them away from her. ‘Aww come on darling, just answer us a few questions’ ‘Yeah, come on pretty girl the whole world wants to see your face’ ‘Are you with him for his money?’ Katrina went cold, this is what she had dreaded, Caleb was a billionaire and she was a nobody, not a model or a film star like all his ‘other’ women. ‘What made her so special?’

"I think I've read this exact plot in a romance novel. This is the part where you come into his life and transform him into a kind-hearted millionaire." Evelina couldn't help rolling her eyes once again. Sometimes she wondered if her best friend spent more time reading romance novels than living in the real world. Every situation somehow reminded her of a happily-ever-after, no matter how unrealistic it sounded. "Unfortunately, this is called reality and such things do not happen in the real world. Adrian is exactly who he is... mean and cold-hearted. In fact, we're moving into his house very soon. That's part of the deal." "You mean his mansion?" Ava asked.

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr

“What do you want? Charity? A thank-you note? Because I don’t have anything left to give.” His lips curved, just a little. Not a smile. Something darker. “I want you.” The words landed heavy between them. She laughed once, short and sharp. “Excuse me?” “Ninety days,” he said. “You belong to me. Completely. No limits outside of permanent harm. You live where I say. You wear what I choose. You come when I call. You obey. In return, the debt disappears. Every cent. Clean slate. Your family name stays untouched. The company folds quietly. No one ever knows how close it came to dragging you under.”

When I looked up, Atlas' expression had smoothed over and he completely wiped all emotions off his face, holding himself rigidly. “If you are ready to do something about your situation, I can help you,” he stated, making no attempt to come near me. I swiped away the tears on my cheeks and frowned at him. “What do you mean?” He narrowed his gaze on me and said, “Marry me, Eliza, and in return, I will help you get back your company from Daniel and utterly destroy his life.” My mouth fell open and a stunned gasp dropped from me. “What?!”

“My lady,I have a suggestion.Let’s sell the blood.It will take some time to see a buyer for the blood,but it is a rare blood type and the price rate it's costly.So just have patience because it will be sold for a huge sum of money. And your share will be transferred to you immediately.The doctor said in a low tone. Ophelia's eyes glowed with happiness trying to adjust her hospital gown before Markos might come back.Well that is a very good idea, let's go with your suggestions.Whenever the money is ready, send my share,she said, letting out a wicked smile. With a sheepish smile,the doctor stood up from the bed.Fully dressed. “Wait another business deal just struck in now,sit down let me whisp

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines: