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How could he be an ordinary man? Eva poked her forehead, "Let's face the reality. A truly rich man lives in a villa, and drives a luxury car. If he's well-off, why would he rent an apartment with Sonia?" "Maybe there is some special reason. Maybe he is hiding his identity on purpose." Mandy cast a sidelong glance at her. Right now, she was imagining that he was a prince pretending to be a frog. It often happened in TV dramas. "Mandy, he really is an ordinary person with no house, no car, no savings, no background, and no employment!" Sonia changed to a straightforward tone. Although it was cruel to shatter Mandy's beautiful fantasy, she had to face reality sooner or later.

the richness you or viranica or anyone having is nothing compared to him he is one of the richest person in the world his dad and mom are the most kindhearted people I have ever seen they never cared about status or fame they treated each and everyone equally their business AK group of companies are world famous those are the same companies your grandfather and so called father Raghu ruled sorry ruling your dad didn't died in a accident your grandfather killed him and made your mom to marry Raghu your mom dont know that she married him for your sake but the truth is your own grandfather behind all these and your grandfather's crime partner is Raghu in order to marry your mom for money he kil

SOLEDAE POV. My life changed when I met him. Sebastian Miller was a famous billionaire; he had opened several companies in New York he was handsome and hardworking. But why would he love a girl like me? I was just an ordinary maid who cleaned dirty floors dressed in nothing but rags. I was a servant in my step mother's home. I didn't stand a chance to be with a big shot like Sebastian Miller. He was posh, educated, successful, handsome and very wealthy.

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

“I know, but hearing him talk about work makes me hesitate. He promised opportunities.” “Yeah, just like he’s been doing for the last few years. Typical rich boy, acting all tortured and generous, baiting sympathy with daddy’s money, but never following through on his promises.” I chuckled softly but found myself staring at my reflection, conflicted and listless. I shut my mind and finished my shower. But when I opened the cabinet, all that was inside was a burgundy lacy dress—sheer, delicate, and impossibly soft. I could almost picture how it would flow around my body, hugging every curve and gently cupping my most intimate parts.... I cursed under my breath, what the hell was this supposed

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

was probably some poor girl looking for a quick way to make millions.” Beau stood up saying, “Her name was Marigold and I don’t even think she knew who I was but even if she did she didn't even bring it up. To her I was a complete stranger not a Billionaire.” Beau’s dad said, “Oh please, you’re the most eligible bachelor in the city, the aire to a billion dollar company. Everyone knows who you are and what I find strange is how easily you were able to like some random women off the streets but won't pay a rich woman any mind.” Beau said, "Because all the rich women you set me up with all want to inherit my money. Not a single one loves me for who I am or even wants to even try to get to kno

I retorted. What the hell was he talking about? Who had spread the rumor that I was rich? I was still dirt poor. Trying to live hand to mouth. Michael had let out a low whistle when he realized the truth and he came closer to whisper. “Mate, they sold Raya’s virginity to a billionaire, and do you know how much he paid for it? One million dollars” Now it was my turn to be shocked. Holy Shit! They had done me dirty. One million dollars! It was fucking impossible. These men had cheated me. I was livid now.

Her eyes darted between us, her body tense. My father’s lips curled into a sneer. “Ah, the culprit makes her entrance. You must be... Araceli, isn’t it? The little gold-digger.” Are you proud of yourself, angel?” he continued, his words dripping venom, his tone condenscending “Did you see this as your mega chance, huh? What did you see in my son, a billionaire's bank account to lift you out of that cheap life of yours? A golden ticket out of the gutters?”