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He leaned closer, "But you seem to forget how rich your husband is." I raised an eyebrow. He chuckled, "And the fact that I have a private jet for situations like this." I stared at him. A private jet. Of course. Another convenient explanation. I scoffed softly, "That's true." I looked directly into his eyes, "My billionaire husband." His smile widened, "Exactly." "Your money can indeed get you anything." I said. "Almost anything." He replied. His thumb moved gently against my waist. I immediately stepped away.

Her finger curled his shirt. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Anna let go of his embrace and dared herself to look at his small eyes with her weak gaze. Her eyes started to get teary again. “Ibrahim… If I…. ask you… something, will you give it to me?” “What is it? Tell me. I’ll do anything for you.” “Ibrahim, my husband is one of the…. billionaires in the country. You’ve all… the money…. and power. Am I right?” Ibrahim was puzzled. He looked at her with a confused gaze and waited for her to continue.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

But if we are going to talk, what are we going to talk about? And where are we going to talk? Here in my room? But he said that we are not allowed to be alone in the same room. I'm getting confused. I just changed into a white shirt and a cream colored pajama with a spongebob design. I lay down on my bed and turned on the flatscreen TV in front of me. If I'm not mistaken there is a TV here in every room including the guest rooms, what else can I expect? My husband is a billionaire so I should get used to it. He can even buy the world if he wants to.

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

"I have a proposal for you, and I need an answer now." "A proposal?" Iris frowned, her mind spinning. "What kind of proposal?" "Marry me," he said flatly. Her heart stopped. "What? Marry you? Are you insane? I don't even know you!" "Be quiet," he interrupted. "Listen. It's a contract. One year. No strings attached. After that, you're free to go." Iris blinked in disbelief. "This is crazy! You don't even know me. Why me?" "You need money. I need a wife," Ryan replied, as if it were the most logical solution. "I'll pay you a million dollars. No games."

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

*** Madeline Carter sat in front of her vanity as Edith Penrose, her childhood nanny, gently combed her curly red hair. “You’ve done it,” Edith said, her voice low and pleased. “Beatrice Langford already pushed the story to CNN. Headline reads: ‘Ethan Whitmore Survives Fire, Returns to Find Wife Sold His Properties and Ran from L.A. – Now Engaged to a Billionaire.’” She paused to smile. “We made sure it mentioned her fashion company too. And how she’s divorcing her husband—who just came back from the dead—because her fiancé, Caleb Monroe, is rich. We also hinted she was seeing Caleb even before Ethan’s accident.”

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

BLURB "Get rid of it." Six years later, those three words still echo in Valentina's chest every time she looks at her daughter's face. Mateo Castillo never wanted a child with the wife he never chose. So she buried the truth, built an empire in secret, and learned to survive on nothing but her own strength. Then he walks in carrying another woman's blood on his shirt, and asks Valentina to fix what he broke. "Who were you talking to?" he demands, eyes narrowed on the laptop she just slammed shut. "Nobody," she lies, hiding five years of secrets in one word. She wants out. He wants thirty days to make his affair look respectable first. She agrees, because she has nothing left to fight f