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he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car.

Different headlines on different article. Billionaire Zayn Vanderbilt's Baby Mama Drama Secrets Unveiled: Divorce, Cheating, and a Mysterious Stripper Lover Tragedy Strikes: Did Zayn Vanderbilt Murder His Brother's Child? Blood Feud: The Vendetta Between Brothers Vanderbilt. I clenched my jaw, a bitter taste settled on my tongue as I took it all in. They had managed to pull Araceli into this, dragging her through the mud alongside my name. I hadn’t wanted this for her.

"Why can't you love me just like you love Malia? I have a pretty face just like her's, I can satisfy you in bed, I can also be the perfect girlfriend and wife for you and also I can become the mother of your children. Maybe the only thing I don't have is wealth, I'm not as wealthy as the billionaire heiress but my love is enough for us to conquer the world together" "Yeah you were right when you made that statement. You aren't wealthy like the billionaire heiress but I know you don't love me, you just love my money and you want to trap me in your love so you could get your hands on all my properties and become the owner you greedy woman. Just so you know you can't have your cake and eat it"

And that's a wrap! A huge thanks to all of you- your love, messages and hype brought this story to life. Drop a comment saying how much you enjoyed the book and which were your favourite characters? I am dying to know! This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas.

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.

She shook her head, muttering, “Get a grip, Sophia. They’re just rich boys. Nothing more.” Tess leaned forward, whispering, “Or maybe something more… far more dangerous than we expected.” And at that moment, across the room, the four billionaires locked eyes with the women for the first time. A spark ignited—a collision of curiosity, attraction, and unspoken history. The night was alive, pulsing with music, lights, and anticipation. And none of them—neither girls nor boys—had any idea how much their lives were about to change. Luke raised his glass again, smirk curling his lips. “This is going to be fun,” he murmured to his friends.

Fresh gush of wetness ran down her leg. The handler behind her slid three fingers into her pussy this time. Stretched her wide. Fucked her slow while everyone watched. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. Moans spilling out now. Loud. Shameless. “Ten million going once…” Dominic never looked away from her face. “Ten million going twice…” He mouthed one word. Mine. “Sold. To Mr. Kane for ten million dollars.” The room exploded in quiet applause. Some clapped. Some stared. Some already had hands in their dates’ laps.

Whatever he heard was clearly not good. After a moment, he hung up slowly. “Alex?” Jasmine asked. “What happened?” He didn’t answer. Not yet. He unlocked his phone, checked something, and then his expression darkened even more. He turned the screen toward her. Jasmine’s eyes widened. Famous billionaire playboy marries a nobody—how sad. Phillips Heir settles for less? Who is this girl with no background? It felt like the words punched her in the chest. “Alex… what are we going to do?” she whispered.

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone