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were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

Entering the penthouse, Rachel's mother couldn't stop muttering in amazement at the luxury of the building, everything was so real that she began to cry and secretly burst into tears. “Mom, why are you crying?” Rachel asked in surprise. Rachel's mother waved her hand, “I'm fine, it's just…” she took a tissue from her bag and started to shrink her nose. “It's just that I can't believe my poor little daughter will marry a billionaire, what a joy for both of us! Don't get me wrong Nico, it's not that we're after your money or anything, we're just sincerely proud of our daughter…” Rachel's mother couldn't stop the tears from falling.

He ignored Parker’s protests about staying at the hospital and was wheeled into the house, heading straight for his study. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and collapsed into his chair, his hands trembling as he poured himself a drink. His gaze fell on the family portrait on the wall—him, Ryan, and his late wife, all smiling, all so happy. The life he had built, the family he had cherished, was slipping through his fingers like sand. He raised the glass to his lips, his thoughts dark and heavy. How had it come to this? His son was a stranger, his company stolen, and Bella—the woman who was supposed to bring peace to his family—was at the heart of the chaos.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

he said gently, “I’m sure he just got caught up in something important. He’ll come.” Always the excuses for the past two days. I gave him a small smile. Fake. So fake it hurts. “Yeah,” I murmured, reaching for my phone. “Probably.” I opened the screen. There it was. The headline. Catherine Monroe Involved in Minor Accident — Billionaire Alexander Donovan Seen Rushing to Her Side And there was the picture. Alex. Holding her hand. Carrying her into the damn hospital like some knight in shining armor. My fingers trembled.

they chorused as they widened their eyes in surprise as I sat down I came to find out that Jacob owned the company and Hazel was his secretary. They also found out that I owned BLC. Throughout the meeting, as we were going back and forth with our business deal and I couldn’t help but steal glances at hazel. I can’t believe I once had her as my wife and I just threw it away

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

Her heartbeat raced, she already knew who the text came from and she wasn't wrong. Bitch, give me my money if not... She didn't understand the money he spoke of. He barely gave her any momey whilst they were together nor did he put her in a place where she could make momey, all he did was collect from her. Yet he had the guts to continually ask for money but he held a secret that could end her marriage. She cursed at herself for not avoiding this when she saw it coming years back. You keep ignoring my texts forgetting that I have your home address and I could pop in anytime just to say hello to your husband of course.

I sat in that fluorescent hallway staring at the empty line where a whole man used to be, and for one second the size of it caught in my throat, that I was writing him out of their story with a twelve-dollar filing f*e, that if I did this right they'd grow up never knowing what that blank was meant to hold. Then the clerk called next, and it was over, and I signed my new old name at the bottom. The ink went down clean and final. Aurora Bennett. No one's ex-wife. No one's failure. Four Bennetts coming, a job sorting fabric, a room with a screaming radiator, and not one thing left that Damien Blackwood could take. I walked out into the sun feeling, for the first time, like I'd gotten away clea