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asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

🎁🎁VIVIAN🎁🎁 As soon as she stepped out of the bookstore, she shuffled through her handbag to get a hold of her phone. I needed to call the police right away. She needed to tell them who she had just seen. Jasamina McCully. The run-away wife of Ludale McCully. The wife of the state's congressman and a multi-millionaire who had absconded from home and had her husband searching frantically for her. And their baby.

I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know. I pulled out the phone and called him; he answered on the second ring. “Yes, princess?” “Before I open that folder. Answer this question. Are you a millionaire or billionaire?” “Why? Do you need a large amount of money?” he asked “No. If I open that folder and see anything like that, then you don’t need to come here tomorrow. I can and will give you a chance if you’re a normal person, Zane. People with wealth. I stay away from them. Because they are all liars, deceitful, unforgiving, and ruthless people.” He was silent.

Nothing that didn’t sound like a stretch. “Exactly.” Clara nudged her with an elbow. “You’re not even trying. Honestly, if you’d stayed in that fancy penthouse a little longer, who knows? You could’ve been sipping champagne on a yacht right now instead of scrubbing pigeon crap off patio chairs.” Millie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Because millionaires are always falling for the help. I have a life, Clara. I wasn’t going to play Rapunzel in some billionaire’s tower.”

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

I find the magazine's website and read the article again, studying every photograph. Her in the garden, her in some elaborate living room, her looking at the camera with an expression of confidence and contentment that makes me want to throw my laptop against the wall. How did she get there? How did Millicent, plain, ordinary, and never-good-enough Millicent, end up married to a billionaire while I'm sitting in a one-bedroom apartment wondering if I can afford rent next month? The answer is obvious, even through the whiskey haze. She traded up.

Again, Sophie's eyes communicated with Joyce so intensely that if the other two were watching them, they would have noticed. “It's not that cute,” Sophie closed her eyes to imagine the lies she was about to tell. She needed the scenes to play out in her head as she told them. “Well, we went out for that event and when I came back, I realized that I had a new neighbor. You know how top-tier that particular floor is? Guys, it's very expensive and shit and I know how much struggle I went through before I could get one of the top apartments in the place.” She heaved a sigh.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.