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my kids love their father, so coming here would only make them happy. So why do I feel as though I could hear my heart beating in my chest? "Damn, he's so fucking rich. The tabloids got their facts wrong. Cause if this is a small Beach house, I'm wondering how the big one will be like." Bianca commented on the view. "Or are you sure we're at the right address?" "He's a Billionaire, Bianca. This should fit his net worth just fine." I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments.

the professor exclaims excitedly, while my classmates are cheering loudly. Uh-oh, I have a bad feeling about this. Every time someone says the word billionaire, all I think about is him. “What? No! Of course, none!” I deny. I guess no one has seen us from yesterday and no one knows about us. No one must know! Peach pokes me on my side, “Don’t deny, he visited our professor awhile ago and upgraded all our rooms and our packages. It turns out, that hottie who brought you last night was a billionaire.”

he revealed. “250? For a simple cake? What the?” I blinked in surprise. “It’s made with imported Swiss chocolate and top ingredients. It’s worth it,” Nathan reported. “OK, I’m still trying to get used to this lifestyle. You know a $15 cake from a supermarket would have done, right?” I conveyed. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow at him. “Yes, it would have, but it wouldn’t have tasted as good,” Nathan laughed. “True, but still,” I said, trying to be mad at him, but I couldn’t. Nathan was just trying to give us the best of everything. Could I really fault him for that?

Silence rules between them as their gazes lock. Whilst her annoyance and heaving chest, she picks up the utensil and started to eat. Only the clinking of the tablewares was heard when a report from the low volume television get their attention. "Once again, Wright Group of Companies top the best performing company in the entire world, making CEO Lucien Wright the richest man not only in the country. With a net worth of more than five hundred billion dollars, he is the most eligible bachelor in the country. At the age of thirty-five, will he be tying the knot soon? And who is the lucky one?" the anchorwoman has a playful smile.

Not just a billionaire. *** The cake tasting was indulgent. Each slice tasted richer than the last, and Camilla watched us carefully, noting our reactions, occasionally offering soft comments. “Trevor’s palate is very particular, so I trust your judgment as well, Alessia.” I nodded, trying to stay composed. This is insane. Me, a girl from not-that-rich family, evaluating cakes with the mother of a billionaire. I even did a mental price calculation for the chocolate truffle tier. That had to be at least a few thousand dollars.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different. 'Ok I will help you' She raised the pot and poured an amount of oil in it, and for hours she had been bristling with it while he watched and smiled. From time to time, he kissed her cheek, and she would carefully joked that it he did it again, he would get his lips burnt by the fire. He arranged it in a tray. A round plate containing, fried plantains and other things a small mug of hot coffee as he headed upstairs. Clara was fast awoken after he left and her eyes whirling

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.