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Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

With that, she walked out of the mini lobby area with such a stiff gait that Chelsea wondered if her thighs were clamped together. Chelsea set her handbag on the ceramic desk and settled onto the swivel chair. She stared at the opulence of the mini lobby, wondering why life was so cruel to have distributed wealth so unevenly. "Here is a man having so much capital". That doesn't push me because my parents are fuckin rich as well. In all, Mr. Cruz is a billionaire as well. Chelsea sat still, waiting for Daryl to be seen at the office when her rape incident flashed in her mind. Tears strayed from her eyes onto her blouse, giving the spot a lighter shade.

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

Heaving out another sigh, Abigail placed the phone on her nightstand facing down and carried a passed out Joshua to his crib in Elizabeth’s room. Yet again, a day had come and ended as the clock struck five on the wall. Her stomach growled as she strolled to the kitchen, where her aunt, Debby, sat with a newspaper. “Anything interesting today?” Abigail asked, ducking her head in the fridge to grab some leftovers. “Nah,” Debby mumbled, closing the paper and throwing it against the counter. “Just more rich people stuff and crime.” “Then again, what’s new?” Abigail paused abruptly as she glanced at the paper. On the front page sat a picture of Theodore--smiling and looking as handsome as ever--

"A glass of champagne for me and a box of Delafee chocolate for Miss Malik." When Allison left I look wide eyed at Flynn. "You're kidding right?" "What?" he asked clearly confused. "About the Delafee chocolates. You don't have it." "What makes you think I won't have that?" "I don't know, maybe because it's so fucking expensive." Flynn laughed. "Oh really, I make that money every fifteen minutes." I facepalmed myself. Right. He's a billionaire. "I keep forgetting that you're a CEO." "And why is that?"

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

I stated while crossing my arms. Chloe smiled that careless smile I had grown to resent and set her bags down on the marble floor. "I can't help it," she replied while pulling tissue paper out of one of the bags. "You know, being a billionaire CEO's wi..." "What billionaire?" I cut her off sharply, stepping toward her. "The same company, Hunt Enterprises, that you and I both know is about to collapse? Have you seen the news? Have you seen that Dorian's company is topping the market while you're here spending the little we have left?"

The lasagna layered with rich meat sauce and creamy béchamel, accompanied by crusty bread and a huge salad. Damien seemed to shed layers in the warmth of Haven House. He listened intently as Lilian passionately described finding funding for a new playground, his questions insightful. He shared a surprisingly funny (and self-deprecating) story about a disastrous early investment that had Ben chuckling. He even patiently answered questions from a brave ten-year-old named Leo about "what billionaires actually do." For a few precious hours, the penthouse's oppressive weight lifted.

“What flavor do you want?” “Huh?” I turn back to him. “For your pity party,” he lifts his hand in the air. “You're so stupid, you know that?” “For someone who is trying to cheer you, I'm offended,” “Suit yourself,” Something catches my eye in the magazine. “Is that your name?” I ask, at the same time taking the magazine from him. “Paul Hughes' name appears on Forbes as one of New York’s billionaire bachelor's, for the seventh year in a row,” I tilt my head, “Wow! Someone is reading about their self,”