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Our hands touched briefly, and a bolt of energy rushed through me. I shook my head, and we sat down on the bed while I glanced down at the book that Baldo held in his hands, and my eyes widened when I saw the cover. "Wow, this book looks cursed," I mumbled when I saw the outline of a figure looking to belong in hell fronting it.

“Girl, I was rooting for you and the Alpha, why are you two not together anymore?” I bowed my head and exhaled feeling like a lost sheep but she patted my back. “It’s alright. Let’s talk about something else if you don’t want to talk about this.” As I lifted my head all I could think about was the Baldwin case, she was old enough to know a little about it. “Iris, do you know Vance Baldwin? They say he was the mayor of Ridgemont some years back.” Her facial expressions changed, she looked a bit angry and fed up and now I was worried that it had triggered her.

He rushes towards me in concern, and just then I hear Brandon's voice call out to me from the door. "Let's go," I say frantically to Baldwin. He wraps an arm around me and leads me to the car. Just as he opens the car door, Brandon reaches us. "Get your fucking hands off my wife!" He barks. I take a deep breath and turn around to face him. Baldwin gives me a questioning look, and I nod at him to assure him that I can handle this, after which he stands back. The single gesture causes the tears that I have been holding back to fall. That Baldwin would be willing to go against Brandon and risk losing his job to make sure that I'm fine is more than I would have expected.

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

I said at last, “I will deal with it when it does.” Joe held my gaze for a second, then gave a respectful nod and left the study. When the door closed behind him, I stood alone in the quiet room and looked toward the staircase outside, as if I could somehow see through walls. Upstairs was a woman who had walked into my life by accident and changed its shape in less than two days. And for the first time in years, I found myself thinking not about the bargain I had made, but about the cost of wanting more than the bargain allowed.

Tall windows, sleek furniture, and the city lights twinkling far below us. “About the deal?” Nathaniel asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. I nodded, feeling the nervous energy build inside me. “I don’t know if I can do this, Nathaniel. Pretending… it’s not something I’m good at.” He watched me closely. “It’s not just pretending. It’s business. You’ll be helping me, and I’ll be helping you.” “But what if I can’t handle it? The attention, the lies…?” I asked, my voice trailing off.

Hello to my readers, Thank you for your love and support until now. The story of Moana and Alaric is finally concluded. I hope you liked it. I know a few of you want a couple of parts more but… I need to finish it here. So, that I can move further on to other stories. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story)

He concluded rubbing his palms together with a little mischievous smile on his face. He definitely was in his elements and enjoyed doing his job. The weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders. “Keep me updated,” I said as I stood. “And Ultra, make it quick.” “Understood.” My next stop wasn’t planned. As I drove, unease settled over me. Loose ends were everywhere, Araceli’s safety, Caleb’s scheming, Freya’s betrayal. I needed answers, and I needed them today. Stepping into the lobby of Bernard’s office, I was greeted by the familiar scent of polished wood and leather. Bernard sat at his desk, his usual pristine appearance slightly undone with his sleeves rolled up.

"I'm 24 years old, born and raised in the city. I'm an orphan. My parents died when I was little. I've been working multiple jobs to support my sister, Miranda, who's been struggling with health issues. She's my world and the only family I have. "What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" he asked. "To be honest, I haven't had much free time. Between work and caring for Miranda, my life's been quite busy. But I love reading, especially historical fiction, and trying out new recipes." she responded calmly. "I've got a proposal for you, it's unconventional, but I think you might be the perfect fit," he said smiling Isabella's curiosity piqued. "What kind of proposal?"