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"Why do you want to take Emma down so hard? It is obvious she doesn't give a damn about you. You have tried to hurt her with the hope she would take the bait and fall into your pit. But she isn't moving. She is just where she is." "Are you asking me that question right now, Sophia? She stole..." "Yeah, I know, I know, she took Adriel away from you. You were supposed to get married to him and live a happily ever after life but she came when you least expected and snatched everything. You wish that the family never found out you were switched at birth and you remained in your position." "So she is the thief who stole your life." "And I won't let her have peace, not ever."

Only one person had ever called me that. Could it be him???? Ice slid down my spine. I tore the envelope open with shaking fingers, unfolded the single sheet inside, and read: Little Thief, You have five hours to return every damn thing you removed from my mansion at 47 Hawthorne Lane. If the items are not restored (undamaged and in full) prepare to face the consequences of your actions. Regards, Leonardo Blackwood.

Mike Green. She mentally slapped herself and looked back down as she felt fresh tears stream out of her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Of all the rich American bastards that existed in the city, Kal couldn't come up with anyone to take a heist on. But no, his stupid ass had to pick the wealthiest English man in probably the whole of America. She'd seen him in a magazine Mr Anderson bought and left on the counter at her coffee shop. Right now she could only attempt to wish that he would spare her. "How did you little twat think that you could beat my security? Did you assume that it was safe to come here because it's night?" He questioned, cocking a brow as he did.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

“Please do not start.” “Oh, I am starting,” he said, laughing. “You are glowing.” “I am not glowing. I am being professional.” “Sure,” he teased. “Professional while clearly thinking about him.” I dropped my hands and smiled despite myself. “Maybe a little.” The word sat between us, heavier than it should have been. “Enough about your billionaire drama,” Andrew said, leaning back. “What about your life? Anyone interesting outside the mansion walls?” I shook my head. “I do not have time for that. I barely have time to sleep.”

I’m sorry I kept you a secret until the day I died. I’d heard that recording a hundred times in the past week. It had come as a shock when my mother had told me that I was the heiress to a late billionaire. I questioned it, but she had told me very firmly that everything that belonged to Richard Cuban now belonged to us and she was going to prove it with this recording. I watched Mark’s face go red with anger and disbelief. It was my turn to smirk, but Mark regained his composure a little too quickly for my liking.

That was the last thing she'd said to me before heading to the hospital. And then, hours later, the news exploded. The billionaire was marrying another woman carrying his child. My own sister blamed me for it. She came at me with a knife, stabbing me again and again. I still remembered the pain of dying at her hands, my own blood on her fingers. Even now, sitting here, my whole body trembled. However, I forced a bright, almost giddy smile. "Aria, you're not just pregnant. You're sitting on a gold mine. Word is Mr. Moore's got no women around him, and his family's desperate to see him married."

"You're going to pay for this." Her heartbeat quickened. He wasn't looking at her. It was as though he was speaking to someone else. "Mr. Blackwood..." There was no response. "You've mistaken me for someone else," she whispered. He didn't answer. She stood there for several moments, staring at him. The words echoed repeatedly inside her mind. Why did you ruin my life? Who had he been talking to? Who had hurt him so deeply that even in his drunken state, the memory still haunted him? For the first time, she didn't see the ruthless billionaire but saw a man carrying wounds that had never healed.

“When I saw the news of missing Bethany, I started looking into her life again. And I realised she is now being confused for a late heiress.” “So, you knew Catrina before she had her daughter?” “No.” He shook his head. “She must have been four. Or five.” I nodded. “I knew she was fake. I could smell it just by looking at her. This is fantastic news.” “Yes,” he said. “We can make some more money by blackmailing her. She is connected to two of the wealthiest families in Italy.” I wasn't interested in blackmailing her. “She doesn't have access to the money, Ricardo. But I know someone who will be willing to buy this information from you. Carlos De la Fonte.”

“Have you heard anything promising and professional about hired Dr. Therapist?” Kira nearly choked on the drink she was taking, as she tried sitting upright for the gist. “No, let me do her the honor of spilling the tea,” she began, grinning from ear to ear like a kid holding tight to a juicy secret. “Your ex therapist, the hired Evil Eve, in her quest to blacklist you and your billionaire lover boy down, she accidentally ended up in tracking her own husband.” Mo added. “And could you kindly guess who he was graciously getting all sweaty with?”