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She cast a suspicious glance at me. “But I asked first, you go first.” I wasn't willing to succumb. “Do you know what happened today?” She started, as though telling a fresh news. “Of course I won't stop being so dramatic,” I berated, with a friendly smile. “You would never know,” she grinned. “ So, our dear arrogant Billionaire CEO just got arrested by the police! And...” “Oh wow! That's good news. And what else happened?” I chipped in, not allowing her to finish.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

It had a beautiful water fountain with different lights on it. Chimamanda was amazed at the sight. "Princess" Ryan called out. "Yes," she answered. "I don't know if you are going to take this seriously or not, but I have to let you know that I love you and I would want to make us official." "You are the first woman who has ever piqued my interest, the first woman I have ever fallen for, and the first woman I want to date." "I hope and pray that you are the one I will wait for to walk down the aisle."

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

I couldn't let him and his mother, Veronica get their greedy hands on the family's fortune My palms clenched into fists again No, I would not give up But I would also not marry that brat, Elena Bassett There had to be another way, another option.

Angelina said mischievously. "If you have so much time for such useless gossips than why don't you just you start to do the work I just assigned to you." "Alright alright." Angelina said giving up. She got up and took her plates to the dishwasher. "You know maybe you should start dating someone." Angelina suggested. "Who? Everyone will be after my money and company." She told her. "Not everyone is after your money Coco. Maybe who knows, someone will love you for who you are and not your achievements. Hey while we're at it try dating that Andrew Bloom. I mean he's rich too right? What could possibly go wrong?"

I said quietly. There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Natalie practically squealed with excitement. "THE BILLIONAIRE’S SUGAR BABY! Emma, do you understand what this means? This is a new beginning for you! You could live in luxury, ride the best cars, wear the best clothes. Don’t you want to make your ex beg to have you back? And what about your so-called friends who turned their backs on you? You could have it all! Doing this will change your life. It’ll change your mother’s life!"

It should have been comforting—but nothing about tonight felt safe. Her thoughts kept circling back to Damion. To the things he had said. The things he hadn’t. “You’re still thinking about him,” Lily’s voice cut through the quiet. Carmela sighed softly. “How can I not?” Lily flopped down onto the couch with a dramatic groan. “Girl, you need a break from all this billionaire drama. It’s like a soap opera—but without the fun part where you inherit a secret island.” Carmela smiled faintly. “It’s not that simple.”