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“Well, that’s what you got from trying to kill the daughter of the billionaire.” “Your father is a billionaire?” he asked in shock. Either he was dumb or playing to be dumb. I bet the latter. “A secret billionaire, but yes.” We finally reached the gate, and now we had to deal with the security guard about why I had a man who was not Califf. “Ma’am,” the first guard said. They knew how to be discreet with our true nature. “Let him out.” “May I—”

He said and she chuckled. “ I'm still your best friend." She winked. “ I know. " .... Mason Alaric, he's considered the most handsome billionaire but he always kept his identity a secret from the public. Many have only seen his side or his backside. He was no interested in public attention. He was mostly cold and he only talked to mother and younger brother.

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

I am very sure they didn't see me and I hope not to have an encounter with any of them. The hall was full with millionaires and billionaires. There is a fifty percent chance we could bump into each other but I'll prefer not to. So I walked quietly to my table, hand-in-hand with jaxon. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen.” Mr Simon gave an opening speech along with his wife Anna and everyone applauded them. “Let us begin the award with the nomination in the category of Best quality raw material.” Jaxon and I just sat applauding the wins of various categories. Although his father's business might have gone down the drain, I am proud of how he has been able to handle the situation and keep his h

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

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.

LILY By the time I got to the office the next morning, caffeine had replaced sleep, and I was pretending my brain wasn’t still echoing with Jake Ryland’s voice. " Let’s get married. Secretly. " Now, sitting at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet that looked like it was written in another language, I was seriously considering that maybe I was hallucinating from lack of rest. Because no sane billionaire CEO just blurts out “let’s get married in secret” like a line from a bad soap opera.

Sienna is already awake beside me, scrolling through her tablet, her face grim. "What's happening?" I ask, sitting up. She hands me the tablet without a word. The headline is from HUSH DAILY, a major online publication. One of those sites that sits somewhere between journalism and gossip. TECH BILLIONAIRE'S DARK SECRET: THE WOMEN SHE BUYS AND BREAKS By Daniel Ross

Employed at an elite spa owned by Dean Graham. Primary income for his household. Mother undergoing treatment. Sister still in school. A girlfriend. A secret lover at work. No criminal record. No debts. No leverage. A man balancing too many lives with one body. I felt something tighten, not fear. Recognition. This was not paranoia. I did not believe he was a threat. I believed he was a variable. Variables could destabilize systems. Or redefine them. I closed the file and opened the site of the spa, setting up an appointment for the next day.