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"It was published a few days ago. Return to page thirty-five. I am sure you will find it instructive." Sage watched him as he reached for the magazine. He glanced at the cover. "Stranded with the Billionaire" is printed in large print at the bottom of the page. Her stomach tightened. So she wrote it. The terrible article she described as an excellent one is now available worldwide. He pushed him to the edge of the bed. "Not interested." Amanda glanced at him. "Actually?" "I'm not in the mood to read bullshit." His brows furrowed. "Damned?"

I asked. He looked at me and smiled "of course I want this. I want you and me together in a small neighborhood. Happy" ------------------------------------------------------- "Ryan you said a small house. This is NOT small!" I said as he laughed and pulled into the drive way of a huge mansion on a lake. "Stay open-minded?" He said as he stepped out of the car. I stepped out and looked up at the magnificent huge house. "It's beautiful" I said. Ryan smiled and took my hand "it's even nicer on the inside. Come on"

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

Mila mumbled in bitterness, "I divorced Nathan as 'Suzanne.' Since we're no longer wife and husband, I don't have a place to live now." Phoebe blinked, looking at her calmly. "Well, you can buy a house for yourself since you're pretty rich." Mila sighed, "This is Norvania, not Sunterland." Phoebe slapped herself on the head and chuckled, "Gosh, I'm being silly. Your assets are in Sunterland. "As Suzanne York, you'll definitely attract unwanted attention from the authorities if you transfer that vast wealth to Norvania." Mila pressed her lips wryly. After a pause, she confessed, "Actually, I am in 600 thousand dollars worth of debt."

He clicked on it and read the context of the message. "Give them all the money you have. They know about your secret and wouldn't hesitate to report you. I hope you understand that I'm doing this for your good, from your dearest Mother: Maggie." Collins read out loud in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Maggie would stoop so low. She knew that they had just gotten the complete money for the house rent, and they were supposed to pay it tomorrow, and she did that. Collins walked to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out a cereal box where he hid the money. He handed everything to the goons expecting them to leave, but instead, they started breaking down everything in the house.

He’s a millionaire and this woman came from poverty with hatred for a soul. “Maybe Blaire has more power against Alan than he’s able to buy to use against her.” I turn quickly to look at Miller when he finishes his sentence. “You might be on to something!” I walk out of the room and back to our board of leads and collected data from days and weeks prior and begin tearing off pages. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Miller says as he pushes me back but I found the printed article and I held it high for him to see. “This! This is what she has!”

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.