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This was the kind of thing that happened in romance novels, not real life. Except it was happening. Damien Hale, the most powerful and private man in the world, had decided she belonged to him based on fifteen minutes of conversation and absolute certainty. She should be angry. Should shut this down immediately. Instead, she found herself typing: Seraphine: You’re very sure of yourself. Damien: Always. It’s kept me alive and successful for thirty-four years. I trust my instincts, and my instincts about you are louder than anything I’ve experienced before. Seraphine: What if your instincts are wrong?

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

He chuckles, a rumbling sound that has my inner muscles contracting and my pulse spiking. He more seriously contends, “You’re amazingly beautiful, Nikki.” “No more beautiful than any other woman you’ve been with,” I simply state. He is, after all, a billionaire. Intelligent. Refined. And—not that I need to fixate on this once more, but I can’t help myself… He’s magnificent from head to toe. Granted, I realize that none of this encompasses the full extent of my attraction to him. Jameson Richards is the type of person who seeps into your soul, whether you’ve welcomed them there or not. He’s inherently honed to take over, to consume you.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

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"Theodore Lloyd is taking over the company? He's kept his identity a secret for so long." "Yes, and he's the youngest billionaire CEO in this country," my father said proudly, as though Theodore's success somehow reflected on him. "If you become the next Mrs. Lloyd," he continued, "imagine the fame, the power, the wealth. It's all within your grasp." "Don't worry, Dad," Sabrina said, and her voice was full of determination. "I won't let you down."

In that moment, with the scent of our mingled passion still clinging to our skin, the allure of unraveling the enigma that was Lachlan McIntyre eclipsed every rational thought, every lingering shred of professionalism. And as the first tendrils of a weak dawn light began to try to penetrate the thick clouds still rolling over the horizon, I found myself letting go of my muddled thoughts and succumbing to the siren call of slumber, my mind swirling with visions of the secrets and shadows that awaited me in the days to come. I melted into the comforting embrace of Lachlan's arms and found myself oddly at peace with that realization, content—for now—to bask in the afterglow of our passion and r

"Mr. Clark! You need to see this immediately!" Damian snatched the tablet from her hands, His pupils already constricted as he scanned through the headlines. He looked up, meeting Victoria's questioning gaze. "It seems," he said, "that fate has played right into our hands. The king has collapsed, and the royal family has run into bankruptcy."