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"To me, you are the only thing worth looking at. Everything else is just background." Belle laughed softly, though a small flicker of insecurity pricked at her heart. Even here, away from the cameras and the boardrooms, the sheer scale of his wealth was overwhelming. She looked at him who is effortlessly perfect and then at herself. She was just a girl from a humble background, a mother who had struggled to make ends meet not too long ago. Sometimes, even after the wedding, she wondered how she had ended up here, as the wife of the most powerful man in the country.

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

May POV It’s strange how quickly silence can become a kind of noise. In the days after everything collapsed, the quiet in my hotel room felt like punishment. No Saint running through the hallways. No morning toast crumbs. Just me, the buzz of my phone vibrating across the table, and headlines that painted me into something I wasn’t. The tape had done its job. The world had decided. May Hemlings: homewrecker, liar, opportunist. The woman who “tricked” a billionaire into bed and stayed close to his son to get a second chance.

Her sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying. “By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.” Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired. Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! ***

I couldn’t deny the flutter in my chest whenever he called to check up, but it was always accompanied by a sinking feeling in my stomach. I was a single mother. My Son, Liam, was just two years old—a bright, bubbly little boy who was the center of my world. But I couldn’t shake the fear that my status as a single mom would be a dealbreaker for someone like Smith. He was a wealthy, smart, handsome bachelor with a glamorous life. Why would he want to get involved with someone who already had a child? The thought haunted me, especially as our connection deepened.

She snatches the money on the table and flees without looking back, unable to stop her heart from racing at the mere sight of him. Finally back home, Amari must fight her way out of the streets. But she crosses paths with the same man who ignited a fire in her no one else could quench. He's not just her boss, he's now engaged. When loving him is forbidden, will Amari confront her feelings for him... or take the secret blossoming in her womb to her grave? A/N: Finally, a story where the billionaire/ML is a virgin. Lol. I'm so excited to be sharing this story with you. Remember to put on your seatbelts, because it's going to be a very bumpy ride! Your panties are going to be soaked. 🤭😂

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

I decide to play the part of a drunk billionaire spiralling out of control to see what Anna will do. I move into the guest bedroom and start acting hot and cold towards her. Some days, I’m distant and cold; other days, I act like everything is fine and I am ready to accept my part as her dutiful husband. I call the tabloids every time I go out, making sure they photograph me. I want everyone to see the train wreck I’m becoming, especially Anna. I instruct Liza to make sure Megra doesn’t find out what I’m doing. She’s the only one I can trust. Anna had made it clear she would ruin Megra, and it would be my fault.

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with