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“I didn't mean that, honey. I mean the money wasn't worth it to make up for Axel's mistake with the maid. If in the context of normal money, of course, I also think that one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. By the way, stop calling Steven's family my family. You should also say that it is your family. Remember, honey! Now you are my wife. So my family is your family too. From now on, there will be no such thing as Bella Wilbert. From now on your name will be Bella Steven.” “Yes, my husband,” replied Bella with a smile. “By the way, did you know I've spent a million dollars to uncover Axel's crimes?” “Hmm? What's the story?”

Or maybe he’d just never had a woman staying with him for more than a night at a time, and he was struggling to think of anything I might need to bring with me. I hurried to my room to gather all my stuff, leaving him standing there surveying my place, and I tried not to think how cheap it must look to him. He had a fucking private jet, for goodness’ sake. I had no idea what he did for a living or if it was family money he was swimming in, but this guy was rich in a way nobody I’d ever met before was. I couldn’t imagine living the kind of life he got to on a day-to-day basis. Hell, if I asked him to sponsor my library for me, he could probably pay for a whole new wing to be added to it witho

VICTOR.... I'm not surprised by her question; I was expecting it. I held her by the waist and nuzzled her cheeks. "I'm Victor Salazar Dubov, your husband. Do you have any doubt about that?" She looked up and slowly shook her head. "No, but I'm confused." She looked around. "Are you really connected to the Chairman?" Her brows furrowed as she started scratching her nose. "I'm not connected to the Chairman; I'm the Chairman," I replied truthfully. There is no point in hiding anymore. Now she's my wife, and since we've decided to give our relationship a chance, I need to be honest about my identity.

he murmured, his gaze sweeping over my face as if looking for signs of rebellion. I pressed the pen down, the dark ink bleeding into the pristine paper. The moment the loop of the 'd' was complete, a sudden, horrifying thought struck me: I was married to him. Not in love, not in truth, but legally bound to the one man who could ruin me simply by remembering my face. I slid the contract back to him. Julian didn't even look at it. He picked up his phone, his granite eyes already moving to the next task. "The transfer for the ten million dollars is initiated. My legal team will handle your family's creditors. You will move into the penthouse tonight."

For the first time in a long time, I felt free. And this time, I wasn’t just Adrian Hale, son of Richard Hale, heir to a collapsing empire. I was Adrian Cross' husband, partner. And I was exactly where I was meant to be.

"She's now married, and her new family is a billionaire family, so why should she continue to work in our small company? Ace should take over the company, while She should begin to work for her new family and generate more opportunities to expand our company." "Now that you say it like that, it's quite convincing. However, I will need some time to think about it," he replied. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to do his morning business. Martha sat on the bed with a smirk on her face, her plans were slowly perfecting. First, she has to make Rosaline leave the company to make room for her son, then she'd find ways to make her billionaire family kick her out. She didn't want to take a

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

I studied the room once more—the press scrambling to draft headlines, investors recalculating projections, celebrities posting discreet photos that would ignite social media within minutes. The biggest deal in Sterling history, with a marriage revealed and an heir on the way, all in one night. I placed my hand over hers, resting where it curved protectively over our children. The empire had always been my responsibility but this….this was ours.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.