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And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

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.

“Home? Don't make me laugh. You think you're going back to that? That pathetic excuse of a family? They practically sold you off! You think they love you, Lena? You think they're going to be waiting for you with open arms?” His words were cruel but true…very true. They struck a nerve, something I couldn't deny. “No… No one's waiting,” I whispered. “I just…” He smiled, giving off the vibe of a predator “oh, Lena, you're so naive. You think you can just…leave? That I'm going to let you go? You're mine now. Remember that.” Of course I know that I'm now in his disposition after all he spent 20 freaking million on me…stupid move.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

Sophie smiled coldly. “Let her.” The summit was over. But the war was just starting to breathe. Sophie woke before sunrise to silence. No alerts. No fires. No reporters. But peace made her anxious. She stood on the Burnett estate balcony wrapped in a wool robe, scrolling through a flood of headlines. “Sophie Burnett Reclaims Phoenix in Global Power Play” “Anaïs Belle Ghosts the Press After Defeat” “Camellia Emezi’s Midnight Firewall Saves Global Humanitarian Infrastructure”

Her perfectly manicured hand held a familiar black card – Kyle's American Express. "Mrs. Branson," the saleswoman simpered, "these would look stunning with your complexion." Taylor's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "They are gorgeous, aren't they? Kyle has such excellent taste." "You absolute—" Scarlett started forward, but I grabbed her arm. "Don't," I whispered. "She's not worth it." "Well." Taylor turned, her smile sharp as a blade. "If it isn't my favorite stepsister and her attack dog. Shopping for the unemployment line, Mia?"

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