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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:

“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.”

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

It felt invasive; like she was digging her nails into my soul and somehow peeking into my thoughts. “That’s what you get for being such a conniving, deceitful person! You even have the audacity to attempt to seduce my boyfriend when you already have Aiden, the most powerful and wealthiest man on earth. How many men do you need? Wow, don't think you can just take them all for yourself?”

Roswell said, as if excited to know where Phil and Eunice will get married. I saw Eunice shake her head quickly, as if she were suddenly embarrassed by what Roswell said. "No, but thank you, Roswell. I'm sure we can't afford that," she answered, then laughed a little. I nodded because I was also sure that what he was referring to was very expensive. We know that Roswell is a billionaire, so I also know that the people he knows are also rich like him. Roswell laughed before speaking again. "No, I mean. You don't need to spend money because I'll take care of it. Let's just say that Kali and I have given it to you," Roswell said one after the other, causing me to be surprised.

“Zoe and I spend the days together and sometimes, I sleep here without you even noticing. Like I said, pay more attention, Avery.” Avery rolled his eyes and snatched the novel from her hands so that she could look at him while talking. He achieved his aim. “Aren’t you going or the gala?” He asked calmly, inspecting the cove page of her novel and groaning when he saw the picture of two almost naked man and woman. She wasn’t supposed to be reading this. Was she supposed to be reading this? “I am not a part of your company so I have no business with your stupid gala, even mum is not going.”

BLS #7 Kenneth Domanco Number one Billionaire in America. People said he's a definition of perfect. Handsome face, smart ass, build body and don't forget that he's damn rich. Famous woman and rich girls always try to reach him but he can't be reach. For him, love is a one stupid word. Love doesn't exist in his life. Chloe Regens

Katherine wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the back of her palm. I swore to forget about you even though I knew you would be somewhere in the world, enjoying your life. I finally had the courage to search for you on the internet one day and lo and behold, you did not disappoint me. You were one of the most successful men in the states, you were married to the daughter of a billionaire and you had a kid. You had it all and I assumed you were literally living your best life.”

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.