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I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

I stared at his text message and laughed in anger. I had just fainted from a mild heatstroke outside the music festival venue, and he didn't even bother asking me where I'd been. Instead, he ordered me to buy merchandise for his "good friend". I called him instead. He picked up after a long time. "Did you get the tote? Don't get the wrong color. Ellie wants the black one." I said coldly, "I just got heatstroke, Cornell Glover. I'm at the medical tent now." There was a slight pause on the line. Then, his impatient voice sounded.

He groaned, images of her tied up, begging for him to fuck her flooding his mind as her warm mouth closed around his cock. (THE END)

Melissa concluded, a smirk playing on her lips. Olivia was taken aback. Was Melissa genuinely issuing her a threat? "Look, if you're upset that I'm starring in the movie with Reuben..." Olivia began, but her words were cut short as Melissa interjected. "Did you just say you're acting alongside my Reuben?" Melissa demanded, her expression a mix of shock and fury. In that moment, Olivia realized she had probably crossed a line by revealing that information. What had she done?

Bella was sure that the IT team would definitely witness this, the most disgusting and embarrassing thing that had ever happened in this world. That evening, Miya was at the hotel with Nicholas. The man sat with his legs crossed perfectly. Miya was so ready because tonight she and Nicholas were going to make love. “Can we do it right away?” Miya asked excitedly. "Drink some wine first, let's enjoy everything slowly." Nicholas smiled again at his future wife. He kept avoiding every time Miya tried to kiss him. Miya, who felt annoyed and impatient, immediately took a sip of the wine, but it didn't take long for Miya to feel that something was wrong with her and then the woman easily collapsed

The man regained his stance and cussed at us. “This little bitches!” Elyse attacked him again and this time, bit him hard on his shoulder. He let out a painful groan and pushed her aside again. His movement revealed the tattoo imprinted on his arm. The seal. The red Mafia seal was the tattoo. He’s one of Luciano’s men.

"You don't owe him anything. Who knows how many women he's seen since he went back to Sicily? How many girls he's fucked? You think he's sitting around feeling guilty about moving on?" Something twisted in my stomach. "What do you mean?" "Babe, he's a rich, powerful, ridiculously attractive man surrounded by beautiful Italian women who actually understand his world." Vivian's voice was gentler now. "You really think he's been celibate for three weeks?" "I…" I hadn't thought about that. Hadn't let myself think about that. "He's probably been with Melissa," Millie said quietly, then immediately looked like she regretted it. The ice cream in my mouth turned to ash.

The room is amazing, with a silk chaise lounge, a leather chair, a mini-fridge, and a three way of mirrors with a single mirror on the opposite wall. “God, girly, I took the appointment for Dominic but I’m so glad I did. I’ve never met Milos before but he was at the same fundraiser my husband dragged me too. He seemed so scary I wasn’t sure I could have told him yes if he was the one who reached out. I mean Tony Sabatini is scary hot, but Milos just seemed scary as fuck.” Her shiver isn’t exaggerated, it’s from memory.

Mila stepped forward, leaning closer to her microphone. Her voice was warm, confident, and perfectly professional, completely commanding the room. "My name is Mila Santiago," she stated proudly. "Up until an hour ago, I was a junior sports agent at Prime Sports Agency. And yes, the photograph that is about to be leaked at midnight is real. It features myself and Jax Kingston in a private, consensual moment." The media room exploded into shouting. Questions were being yelled from every direction. Did you break league rules? Did you sleep with him for a contract?

"Uh, hem, yeah. Can you show me?" She froze, embarrassed. Before she could reply, a snort cut through the air. "Wow, looks like we've got ourselves a super VVIP over here, don't we? I thought you'd have more money than a Range Rover, Sebastian. Aren't you supposed to be driving a McLaren or a Rolls-Royce?" I turned. Mila stood there in the shop uniform, her expression full of contempt. She had gotten a job here. The salesgirl eagerly ran up to her. "Did you just say… he's a super VVIP?! Do you know him?!"