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Before I could answer, Edward suddenly set his glass down softly against the table. “Father. Mother.” His tone remained calm, yet it was enough to draw everyone’s attention immediately toward him. “There’s something we want to tell you.” My fingers instinctively tightened around the napkin on my lap. Erika smiled curiously. “What is it?” Edward glanced briefly toward me. His gaze flickered momentarily toward my stomach before returning to his parents. “Elena is pregnant.” Erika’s entire expression changed instantly. “What? Really?” For the first time that morning, Brian fully lowered his newspaper.

Hazel retaliated without batting an eye Anabelle's expression was disbelieving, she could not believe what she was hearing. An idea suddenly flew into her head, years ago, he had given her a blank cheque, to fill in any amount she wanted after he had sex with her, she didn't use it then but it could be useful now. She rushed to where she had kept it together with other things, she brought it out and scribbled ten million dollars on it and took it to him "Here is the ten million dollars," she said as she gave it to him

He rushed inside his bedroom, obviously unaware of the word privacy, and even pushed his phone to his face. Groaning, he pushed the screen away from his face. “It’s so f u cking early...” “You and Leal are all over the news, dude! And the headlines are borderline nasty!” At the mere mention of Leal, his system completely woke up as he snatched the phone from Tyrone’s hand. On the screen, a sentence written in big bold letters caught his eye. HOT SCOOP: New York’s Hottest Millionaire Bachelor Axel Elcort Seen Buying His Wh*r* A Thousand-Dollar Dress!

“Breathe.” “Breathe?” I choked out, my voice breaking on the word. “I just baptized a billionaire with coffee, Mia. How the hell am I supposed to breathe?” Her lips pressed together, torn between sympathy and laughter she was too smart to let out. “Okay, fair point. But honestly, I can’t believe you talked back to him. Damian Cruz. Do you even know who that is?” I threw my hands up, heat rushing into my face all over again. “Some guy with too much money and zero patience?”

She pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper. As she opened the letter, a small silver key with a unique number engraved on it slid out and fell into her lap. Elena ignored the key for a moment and began to read the neat, handwritten words on the page: > Dear Elena, > My name is Mr. Bill, and I was your father’s loyal lawyer and friend. If you are reading this, it means Callum Carnegie has passed away, and you are in great danger from his family. > They want to steal your birthright. Your father never forgot you. Inside this letter are the codes to private vault 402 at the Central Heritage Bank. Enclosed is the key. Inside that vault is the final truth, the absolute proof that you

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

I have a lot to say about your mom, but for now, allow me to tell you the reason why I am writing this letter. Because your mom has done so much for us, I would like to adopt you as my daughter. You will live in my house, you will enroll in a prestigious school, you will have the things you want, and you will live the life you deserve. Please allow me to have you in my family and treat you as my daughter. This is the least that I could do to your mom. I know that she will be happy that you will be in a good place. Best regards, Monsieur Lincoln"

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

Just like the rest of the girls had done. “Lucy west, an excommunicated nun, aging twenty four.” Alejandro’s man read out loudly. Immediately they read the excommunicated nun part, they all groaned. Immediately there cards were raised, bidding the highest of money. In the corner , sat a middle aged fat man, he’d been watching everything silently in his seat with a group of his guards surrounding him. He signaled the guards, they raised the card. “ Finally from Mr Emilio, going out for nine hundred million dollars,” my heart skipped immediately.