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His heart was beating quickly. She was a motionless body. His words were a cool breeze on her skin. She wanted to feel the breeze again. She wanted to feel it over her. " You... love me?" Her fingers traced the outline of his pink eriotic lips. " A thousand times yes." " You love me?" " A million times yes." Tears were falling. " But I'm not a billion-dollar rich; I don't dress the way those rich ladies at the galas do. I'm not nose pointed to the sky, jaw raised, two fingers holding bag, eloquent. I'm just a simple woman. "

"Mia, you won't believe what just happened!" Isabella said happily, as she tried to settle in. Mia looked up from her book, curiosity sparkling. "Try me! What's going on? You didn't get the job.? Isabella dropped onto the couch, exhaling deeply. "Far from it girl, I got more than the job. James Reed offered me an insane proposal." "What kind of proposal?" Mia's eyes widened Isabella hesitated before blurting out the truth. "He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him, and if possible, bore him an heir, and in return, he pays me the sum of $500,000."

Scarlett barely held back a satisfied smirk. "Baby," she repeated again, this time her voice sweet as sugar and loud enough so everyone heard, "I need a favor." "Anything you want, sweetheart." Scarlett traced her fingers lazily over the marble counter, she was letting the anticipation build. The workers were scared shitless wondering what new thing she was about to come up with. "I need you to buy Élan Luxe for me." The entire room sucked in a breath at once. Eleanor blinked rapidly like the statement took a part of her brain with it. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. "You have got to be joking."

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Pregnant. Monroe leaned back in her chair, eyebrows raised. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she whispered, already outlining a feature in her mind. ‘The Muse and the Mogul: A Tale of Power, Passion, and Paint.’ --- Liam’s penthouse was too quiet. He poured a drink, sat by the fireplace, and stared at the flickering flames. He remembered the first time Amara laughed in his arms. The first time she challenged him in a room full of yes-men. The way her voice steadied him when his father died.

"What is this?" "Open it," I gesture. She squats down and pulls the zipper back. The sound of the metal teeth sliding open is loud in the quiet room. As the bag falls open, Jasmine gasps. She freezes, her hands hovering over the contents. Inside, thick stacks of one-hundred-dollar bills are packed tightly together, row after row of crisp, green paper. On top of the cash, several velvet pouches have spilled open, revealing rows of loose diamonds. They catch the light from the window, exploding into a thousand tiny, brilliant rainbows that dance on the walls.

Ava The morning sun streamed into the mansion with a deceptive softness, brushing the marble floors with streaks of gold. The air was still, carrying only faint traces of lavender and polished wood. But beneath the calm, there was tension an invisible current that hummed in the corridors and whispered in the corners of every room. Today, I sensed, would challenge not only my judgment and strategy but also my heart. Because in Adrian Vale’s world, ambition, loyalty, and desire were often entangled, and the boundaries between personal and professional alliances were dangerously thin.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.