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Roman stammered, his face turning pale as he tried to process the information, his mind desperately rewriting everything he thought he knew about his wife. "My family dynasty has more wealth than your entire corporate empire will ever see, Roman, and I buried my name because I wanted you to love me for who I was, not what I owned, but since you preferred Celeste's lies over my truth, I am going to use every single one of those shares to dismantle your board of directors piece by piece," Vivienne said, pulling a sleek black pen from her purse without a single hint of hesitation left in her posture.

This had been prepared. The details were accurate where I could verify them. Charles's company. The scale of it. The building in the photograph named and identified. The holding structure described in the specific language of someone who had been briefed by a person who understood how it worked. His real name. There it was. In print. For the first time in any public record. The article described our relationship in terms that were broadly accurate but angled to produce a specific impression. A female billionaire who had pursued a waiter. A waiter who turned out to be the wealthiest private individual in the country. A love story with a hidden architecture.

Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder. Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories. Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO. All smiling and flaunting their wealth. There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years. Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

Max New York Times. A woman cries out for help, saying she has a child for billionaire CEO Max Sturm. From news reaching our headquarters, according to the allegations brought forward by the woman, Max Sturm had seduced and promised that he'd marry her during the launch party of his New York Times bestseller ‘The Golden Ones’ a few years ago. She'd agreed and slept with the award-winning author, but he left her the next morning without a note or anything to contact him. He didn't even reveal his real name to her. She took the heartbreak in stride and found out that she was pregnant a few months later, but didn't abort the baby because she's a Christian. She was never one for the news, or tre

She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted. She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly. She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur. It counted for forty percent of her final grade. She had gone online to do research. After floundering through

"Yeah, I said those. But, I discovered you're a gold digger. Why would I wanna spend the rest of my life with a gold digger? I mean, if I spend a million dollars on clothes, in only one month, how much will I spend on you, if I plan to stay with you for the rest of my life?" Shit. He had spent a million dollars on only clothes? Was he stupid? But, in the first place, why had he made a promise he wouldn't fulfill? Why had he promised her he would spend the rest of his life with her, when he had clearly only wanted a one night stand with her? This was why I never trusted anyone. Such a heartbreaker.

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially.

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

They were the main reason I decided to take life. I think it is time for me to execute my plan, I smile as I bring out the documents. “What's that?" My mum asked. “Ehm..... I just wanna use this to say thank you for the dinner. There is this plattform that I discovered, you can really make a lot of money from it. Promise me that you won't let any other person know about it once I reveal it to you guys, this platform is the secret of my wealth." I stated “Wow! Is such an honor from you. Tell us about it, we promise not to let anyone know about it," Mandie said

Millicent's POV The tabloid story drops on a Thursday morning. Elena brings it to me with my breakfast, her expression carefully neutral in that way that tells me I'm not going to like what I see. The magazine is folded to a specific page, a full spread with the headline "BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BRIDE, WHO IS MILLICENT HALE?" I stare at my own face, captured in grainy telephoto at what looks like last month's charity gala. The article is thin on facts but heavy on speculation.