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“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.”

It was about the fire between them. Evelyn’s back hit the soft duvet, and the air left her lungs in a quiet gasp. Above her, Lucien was a shadow of pure, frantic hunger. The drug had stripped away the CEO and the cold husband, leaving behind a man who was nothing but heat and a desperate, shaky need to be touched.

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."

📌 Author’s Note – Book 2: The Maid Who Was Trapped by the Billionaire Hello my dear readers! ❤️ Thank you so much for your unwavering support for Book 1. Because of all of you, we have now reached a new chapter in the story of Roxane and Dark Nathaniel. In Book 2, the battle becomes more intense and more emotional. It is no longer just about the love between the two of them, but also about what they have long been searching for—the twins who were separated from them in the midst of tragedy.

I couldn’t place it. My feet touched the crunchy little stones on the ground. Peter said nothing. He just led the way, and I followed. The moment I stepped inside, I knew I was in a different world. heaven. The smell of wealth hit me like perfume. What kind of money was this? This man, this billionaire, must be stinking rich, just like Sammy suspected. The interior decor was something else entirely. This was wealth at a level Sammy and I couldn’t even imagine.

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us—he was nothing like I expected. I’d imagined a rough looking man with brown teeth but he was the complete opposite. But why did he seem so familiar? Have we met? “Please,” I whispered. “I don't want to marry.” I covered my face with my palms. He paused, staring intensely at me. “Do you have twenty million then?” He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the small silence.

"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.