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The small kerosene lamp flickered, casting shadows over the walls lined with family photos. With shaking hands, I opened the envelope. At the bottom of the page was a name I’d heard countless times: Lorenzo Matteo Illustre. The billionaire. Young, brilliant, and powerful — but also cold and ruthless. “Of all people…” I whispered, my stomach twisting. I looked around the room — the sofa my grandmother had saved up for, the photos of my late mother, the little garden Grandma still watered every morning. I couldn’t let this go. Tomorrow, I would face him. No matter how terrifying it was.

Voice Message — Ayden Castell to Grandpa Fabián 1:14 min “Grandpa… I don’t even know how to explain this to you. But… the best thing that has ever happened to me is happening right here in Spain. In Madrid. Mili. I think… I think she’s about to give me a chance. I swear I don’t want to ruin anything, Grandpa. I’m doing things right, just like you told me to. I haven’t had a single drink. I’m following the contract to the letter, I promise. And… Grandpa… she hugged me. For the first time in years, she hugged me. And I felt like… maybe I actually have a real chance. I don’t know, Grandpa. I’m nervous. I’m happy. I’m scared too… but in a good way. I just wanted you to know. I don’t want to get

My fingers tightened around the file as I opened it. “She’s only five years old,” I whispered. “How did this happen?” “I’m afraid we don’t always know why this type of cancer develops. There are treatment options, but they’ll be intensive and expensive.” “How much?” “The estimate is toward the back.” I skipped past the pages and turned straight to the last one. The number stared back at me, followed by more numbers I could barely bring myself to read. I placed it back on the desk and took my phone from my purse. I opened my banking app and looked at my savings. Then I compared the balance with the estimate.

"You left without a word. Do you have any idea what my family did to find you? Do you know what I went through?" Valeriana felt a surge of bitterness. What did he go through? He was a billionaire living in a palace. She was living in a one-room apartment, counting pennies to buy milk for her son. "Your family is the reason I left," she hissed, finally looking him in the eye. "And if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me." Logan’s eyes flashed with a dark, possessive fire. "Too late for that. You’re coming with me. We’re going to talk, and you’re going to tell me everything."

I know in myself what I really look like. Aunt Helena stood up and approached me. "Oh, excellent! If you become my son's secretary, this is what you will wear from now on." It was as if I was an obedient nod. So she even bought me a lot of these clothes. When I got home to the condo that Aunt Helena had given me I quickly climbed into bed and decided to go to sleep. I was tired all day because on Monday I would start working at Callahan enterprises as Anastasia Fuentes and Alexis Von Callahan’s new secretary. And since Monday I will always be able to see him and be with him. My training wasn't easy but I overcame it all. A smile flashed on my lips. "I'll get revenge as soon as possible

she asked curiously "No Grandma, she's not?" Fernandez said as he wiped his mouth and took a sip of water. "But why, isn't she beautiful enough?" she asked looking perplexed "She is a gold digger, a betrayal and a cheap whore" he spat and his Grandmother's eyes widened "What? Prostituta? buscador de oro?, that is not good for my Grandson" she said and Fernandez shrugged "But how soon am I meeting this other person? I want to see you get married and bear me a great-grandchild now that I'm still strong and my bones are not weak" she asked

Men can be crazy and stingy sometimes. I received $30 million from him as a promise f*e. I bought a big house in New York and used the remaining money to start my fashion business. It gives me joy when I see the alert for the money he sent. I got my reward from him, such a ruthless billionaire. I took my phone and headed home to prepare for my visit to the doctor. **************************************** After taking a bath, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to my apprentice at all.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

she whispered to Joel," who responded with a sigh. The living room in the Montana mansion was filled with all the luxuries from different countries. Joel, who was a lover of good things, made an exception this time. He couldn't bring himself to admire anything. The wait was just a perpetual hell, increasing his apprehension. At long last, footsteps were heard up the stairs, descending. Joel looks up, with his gaze meeting that of Mr. Pierre Montana's fearful one, with his wife by his side whose facial expression was quite a contrast to his. He lowers his head in a flinch. "Dad, Mum, meet Joel, my boyfriend," Estelle retorts excitedly. Joel extends his hand to meet Mr. Montana but the latter