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I’m way richer. For a moment, the words didn’t quite register. “You are not serious,” I blurted, though I could tell from the look he was giving me that he was, in fact, dead serious. “Rachael, the Crawfords are well off. They have built their wealth over generations, clutching onto their oil empire. As for me, I have built an empire from nothing. Every dollar I have, every company I’ve acquired, every deal I’ve closed is all mine. The Crawfords play in sandboxes. I own the beach.”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

“ Thanks,Sandra. I'll need this today” As they navigated through the city street, Carmilla reflects on the journey that had brought her here. Years of hard work and relentless ambition. The position of CEO was not just a title; it was the culmination of countless late nights, sacrifices, and unwavering determination. She didn't believe she had almost traded it for marriage.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Perfect, suffocating happiness. Riana, by contrast, was a monument to elegant solitude. The silk of her gown, a deep midnight blue, shimmered in the well-lit room, a subtle testament to her considerable wealth. A wealth hard-earned, forged not through inheritance or marriage, but through daring expeditions and the acquisition of priceless artifacts. She had traversed treacherous jungles, navigated forgotten tombs, and braved landscapes whispered about in hushed tones, returning with treasures that would make kings envious.

"Let's have a deal, miss Myrtle. Be my wife, and I'll give you the money you need," I told this young lady who is on her knees in front of me, begging me to lend her fifty billion dollars. She glanced at me with that beautiful face of hers. Her shining black eyes, almond face, brown soft wavy hair, and plump lips. "I can't marry you! I barely even know you!" she screamed while tears flowed from her eyes.

“Leave about us, what happened to you? You behave and look like you are in deep losses and went bankrupt.” Indeed Ralph was right. Edwin was in loss but not related with materialistic things. “Ralph! It’s really nothing. I kept myself busy in works. If I do well in this internship, they will hire me as a full time employee there itself and there will be no need to search for any job. So, I’m involved in it, that’s it.” Ralph and Kate looked at eachother with their wide eyes and suddenly they burst into laughter. “When did you become so serious in finding job?” Ralph asked still laughing. “This is a true surprise for both of us.”

Even his father’s friend was dead, he died from gunshots wounds he sustained when riddled with bullets on the highway, his wife refused to mourn his death when news got to her he was in the company of a young woman and a child whom they later realized was his mistress and their illegitimate daughter. Greg held his head high and as he worked, he enrolled in business school. He met his wife Rosaline in business school, where she worked as a secretary. They began dating and soon got married, Greg got a job as a sales representative and was able to save some money with that they rented a small space where they sold household items, they both invested most of their earnings into the business, and