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“Ma, the vehicle-” “Look, I do not have neither the time nor the energy for this drama. Please, I beg of you, find a way to get that cake here in an hour. One. I am hosting sixty billionaires, and trust me, if that cake doesn't get here by ten am, you will be more than sorry.” I end the call immediately. As I walk into the kitchen, my nose takes an elegant whiff of the meals being prepared. At least something is going right today.

Just a name and ten digits. Alexander Knight. She’d googled him at 2 a.m. when sleep refused to show up. Mistake. The search results were a dizzying parade of headlines: Knight Enterprises CEO Closes $4B Deal The Ice King of Manhattan: Billionaire Bachelor Alexander Knight 30 Under 30: The Man Who Turned Real Estate Into an Empire Page Six photos of him in flawless suits, stepping out of private cars, always alone, always unsmiling. He owned half the skyline she stared at every night. The kind of money that didn’t just open doors; it built new buildings around them.

The lighting was expensive, the tables were perfect, and the food was art. Raniola was in the center of it all. The Italian businessman was a man of specific tastes. He had hand-picked a British magazine, “Lifestyle”, to capture the launch of Le Luxe. They had fought off a dozen other firms to be here. In less than twenty-four hours, the world would stop spinning and look toward the Cafe de l’Homme.

I smirked and turned around to wait for her first order. “Um… can you please get the pan?” I did as I was told and we worked together till dinner was ready. When everything was packaged into the refrigerator and she was gone with her own portion I insisted she carried, I settled into my favorite armchair in my living room and turned on my phone. The headlines flooded my screen just like I had predicted: Manhattan’s most eligible billionaire found grocery shopping with an unknown woman by his side. Popular billionaire Alessio Castelli caught on the streets of Manhattan with a new female companion who looks nothing like his usual type.

I couldn't believe what I saw. I was on the front page of a newspaper and the headline said. "Has the Billionaire Oil Prince found his princess?" "What the hell? " I said. "Look at this one..." She gave me another paper, I was also on the cover. I read the first few lines. "As usual the Blake's didn't disappoint in throwing yet another successful charity event where the rich and famous came to support the event, even we must admit that the highlight of the event was the Billionaire son of the oil Mogul Tristan Blake's who donates a whopping million dollars for a date with one woman, whom we are yet to find out who it was..." I stopped reading.

I laugh my heart out as I lay the boys down to tickle them but then the music from the TV catches my attention when I turn to spare the news a glance. "Other news tonight, billionaire Dexter just completed his grand tower which he's been building for two years and has sealed the deals with the Easterners, making him the richest man in the world, however, it is said that behind every successful man, is a woman, thus the public wonders, could there be any woman behind his success," the reporter says. I stare at the TV with utter shock, petrified, that I stiffen up, my eyes wide open to the point where one would think my eyes would fall off.

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

’’ ‘’Look ,I want someone older , someone who would concentrate on making the company greater instead of trying to make me happy . Tyler now raised his legs off the ground , dropping it on the table before speaking. ‘’You asked for someone different , I had to get to the ends of the earth to get the perfect one for you, You ungrateful cousin!’’ Tyler spoke with a dramatic exaggerated tone. Charles made a confused facial expression which was accompanied with a hand gesture that simply implied the question what? how? what are you talking about? ‘’She is African.’’ Tyler added. Yes Charles had asked for someone different but he sure wasn’t talking about hiring someone all the way from Africa to

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.