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Working on my schedule for the day, I edited a reel of the latest batch of company robots and sent them along to the production team to vet. While I waited for feedback, I found my phone and scrolled through the internet. A few celebrities were trending, but weren't they always? I was still scrolling aimlessly until I came across the news that almost blew the top off my head. “BILLIONAIRE ROWAN ZANE BREAKS OFF ENGAGEMENT WITH LONG TIME SWEETHEART, ZARA STANTON” It felt as though I had been knocked over with a feather. I immediately clicked on the article, reading as fast as I could. When I was done reading, I sat back, shaking my head.

"Your. Going back to my place. Once again in my bed. As my wife said. The hall swirled. "You are insane." Maybe, he thought. You will say yes, though, if you wish to keep our son. Heart hammering so loudly, I looked at him and could hardly think. You want me to wed you? His smile became deeper. "I wish I could possess you. once more. My lips became dry. "No." Ethan moved forward, his breath warm across my flesh. "Then Sonia, get ready to pack. Because you are going here without Lucas."

Finally, he spoke. “And what do you want in return?” I met his eyes directly and didn’t hesitate. “I want my ex-husband to lose his promotion.” For the first time, something flickered faintly in his eyes. Good. At least I had his attention now. “That’s all?” “Yes. Richard Black should lose the promotion, and in exchange, I’ll give you the Marion brothers’ contact and arrange the meeting personally. Oh, I don’t mind you telling him I’m the reason he lost the promotion.”

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

“Mmm... Alex, slow down...” Ella let out a low moan, her legs wrapped tightly around Alexander’s waist. The rhythmic intensity of his thrusts sent tremors through her entire body. Ella looked up at him, mesmerized. Alexander’s deep-set eyes and sharp features gave him a cold, noble air, but his usually distant gaze was now clouded with raw desire. He was the current CEO of Blackwood Group, the most handsome and powerful man in all of New York. Ella had loved him for eight years. Just being looked at by him like this made her soul tremble.

"Don’t you think you’re pushing it? What in God’s name are you doing with that amount? It hasn’t even been two weeks since I gave you fifty million, and now you want a double of that amount?" My patience was hanging by a thread. Lately, it felt like I was staring at a stranger. Every day she became more unrecognizable. I tried to shake the feeling, to hold onto the image of the woman I fell in love with—but her behavior was starting to drive me insane. "You’re my husband and you have the money. Why shouldn’t I have it, Kaden?" she said, her eyes brimming red, making my blood boil What the hell is wrong with this woman?