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he said curtly. Lara watched him in awe. He was accustomed to receiving attention from girls and remained unfazed by the admiring glances of his female staff in the office. Sometimes, it irritated him. He sighed and left the office, heading straight to the parking lot. He settled inside his red Ferrari, started the ignition, and drove towards his home. Ryder Knight, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and owner of Knight Enterprises, had achieved success and popularity at a young age. He was handsome, attractive, and the most sought-after bachelor in New York City. He possessed two qualities that drove girls crazy: lots of money and good looks.

"In your head, what am I?" His eyes opened. They were ferocious and certain. "I love you. From the start. The only one I've loved is you." "I said yes to Sienna to buy time. The core assets of my company are already moved. What Harrington has is a paper shell." "The second Emma opens her eyes, I'm breaking the engagement. I'm taking you away." I stared at him. The tears I'd been fighting ran over. "Do you think you're a god?" "You factored everyone into your plan. You just never asked me."

All the attention had now moved from the bride and groom. Donovan finally spotted her, she stood there lifeless. Her heart rate had increased. Catherine clenched her fists. “I love you!” he shouted. She felt a strange warmth in her stomach. He was openly confessing his love to her. “I love my girlfriend Catherine Flora!” Donovan was well known. Everyone and their mother trued to steal a picture with the multi billionaire. He had shocked her by openly claiming her as his girlfriend in front of the entire wedding party. It was a bold and public declaration of their relationship that caught many by surprise, including her father who thought she was single.

his sudden announcement pulled me away from my thoughts, and I gazed upon a grand and beautiful mansion before me. Oh my goodness, is this the home he was referring to? Could it be that I am a wealthy billionaire without even realizing it? "What is this place?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the majestic building. "This is where you'll be staying with your boyfriend," he uttered before walking away, leaving me to process the bombshell he had just dropped. "Boyfriend!" My voice rang out uncontrollably. What on earth did he mean by boyfriend?

After ticking out everything that could actually be wrong with the city's billionaire, I had to admit he was far off better than what I had initially thought about him. In a way I knew what life would be for me being the wife of a billionaire, maids around willing to do everything at my back and call, the regular paparazzi and so many other events I could picture myself having. It felt like the perfect dream as luxury was on every girl's dream list. "What are you thinking about?" Mother asked liked she didn't already know it was all about the Trevor's I was a deep thinker and little things mattered and worth thinking of. "You know." I could only bring myself to say two words out of the thou

“What duties do I have?!” Was she a leech? Was she going to suck her blood until the very last drop? How could she be so greedy? “I have it; 1,000,000$.” Standing behind her, he spoke simply. A simple statement from him resulted in everyone’s eyes enlarging from shock. One could easily get a million dollars by requesting for it; who exactly was this man? Could he be a billionaire? Lisa’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, “It’s settled, then! There’s hope for our Nana!”

"Oh! It's nice of you. I will make it to the restaurant before you, trust me. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, you know you mean the world to me," Adrain, Natalia's boyfriend, said over the phone. "I love you, Adrain. I just can't wait to get this divorce signed, so we can finally be together once again,” Natalia concluded as she ended the call, making her way to the sitting room. Seated in the lavish sitting room was Caleb Kensington, the youngest billionaire in all of Italy. He possessed a dangerous aura that repelled people, yet simultaneously drew them in with his captivating and handsome appearance.

That's a girl, a pale and fragile looking girl in her mid-twenties with unbrushed tangled hair, dried lips, dark patchy eyes and one leg chained up with the bed, sleeping on that dark room wearing just a tank top and sweet pants in cold, locked inside a huge mansion. She's Susan Richards the only daughter of the infamous industrialist and the mafia Michael Richards, who vanished into the thin air after blasting the business summit centre and causing millions of deaths. Nobody knows if he's actually dead or alive. "Sleeping without me babe" That man said with a smirk while approaching near the bed to that girl who probably was sleeping soundly till now. Without any reply she quietly got up an

"You haven't contacted me in days. If I didn't come to find you, I'm afraid you would forget all about me!" With that cool, domineering CEO face of his, who could possibly resist? I could feel my face slowly burning. To avoid losing face in front of my little boyfriend, I brushed right past him and offered a terribly awkward excuse. "How could I? Aren't I out here working hard to make money to support you?" David leaned in closer and smiled. "Actually, I can support you instead. That way, you won't have to work so hard." Look at that, what a great boyfriend.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.