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he smiled looking away from her "Nevermind about it" "I'm sorry, I lost my memory, so I don't really remember anyone" "Oh." he said in realization. "You're the son-of the-chairman's wife, right?" "Yea…how do you know?" "Nothing, just do" "You're a more horrible liar" "Ha-ha-ha" he burst out laughing and she wondered what about that was funny as she stared at the way his eyes cringed up while he laughed. "I'm a famous swimmer dumbass, and I work as an ambassador to your husband's dumb company"

"The perfect wife." His steel-blue eyes search mine. "Is it?" Before I can respond, Gregory approaches with business associates. I smile, shake hands, make appropriate conversation about art and philanthropy while internally cataloging escape routes. The evening passes in a blur of performances. I met Margaret Vale, whose husband owns half the commercial real estate downtown. Elena Kozlov, married to a tech billionaire who made his fortune in cryptocurrency. Caroline Westbrook, trophy wife number three to a pharmaceutical executive. They all wear the same armor I'm building. The same practiced smiles. The same carefully curated conversations that reveal nothing real.

“So… congrats on your new accomplishment, this means I’ve gotten a new hangout spot whenever I’m stressed.” “Speaking of being stressed, what do you do?” “Well, I’m a manager at the famous M’Hotels, and I’m doing pretty great. “ “Really?” “Yeah really.” “How about you join me as my wife, let’s rule this large empire together.” I was dumbfounded for a little while. Did I just hear him correctly? “What?” “Yes Adina, make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife, you should know how long I’ve bottled this inside, and now I’m coming in the open to say this…”

"She showed me the Veyra estate filings. She showed me forty-eight million dollars sitting in an account carrying your real name. The name you hid from me for three years. The name you lied to my face about every single morning when you kissed me goodbye!" "I hid my name to protect you!" I screamed back, the agony bursting out of my chest, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hands until I felt skin break. "My father was hiding from dangerous people! I abandoned the Veyra money because I wanted you, Noel! I wanted a simple life! I wanted to be your wife, not an heiress!" "And what about the forty-eight million dollars, Melowie?" Noel whispered, his voice dropping into a desperate, tort

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

"And do you also know about her first love? That one woman who left him when they were still young? He's still waiting for her until now, do you know that?" "Y-Yes. But I'm afraid I can't tell any more details about that, ma'am." I nodded. "Yeah right, I almost forgot that you're actually a loyal man to your boss. But you know what, Henry?" "Ma'am?" "Well, I know you already know, but I was actually born from a poor family. A family who can't even afford to pay their monthly rent. If you still don't know yet, the reason why I actually agreed on having a fake relationship with your boss is because I needed the money. I needed it to be able to pay my family's debts."

“Okay so you know how I’ve been talking to you guys about my dads business failing, they all nodded in unison. “Yeah so he kinda had some bad dealings with some shady people and that made him lose a very huge amount of money and it also lead to him, firing his workers as he couldn’t pay their salary for the sometime and closing down his business. So how does the marriage come to play Calvin. asked. Well as he was searching for people to lend him money to pay up the salaries of some f his workers and to be able to reopen his business again. He met Mr Alexandria Cartwright. “Wait Alexandria Cartwright., Alexandria Cartwright., that name seems familiar. I know I’ve heard it before. I just can’t

"She has not even done half of what I have done for this company. So why?" "Will you stay quiet and just let me explain, it's crystal clear that you have sacrificed so much for this company.... but, when it comes to this I have no choice because her husband is rich, he supports her with his shares and that got her to be the CEO! you should know this is entirely not my fault. Not in anyway" He explained which soothes away my anger. He is right, Dora is the one with the highest shares after dad because of her husband. Edwin McCain, the owner of MC company, a fvcking billionaire. Handsome, young, he is what you call arrogant rich, I hate him and my sister.

"You´re nuts. You really have no idea who you have there? Whose wife she is? She´s worth far more to you for ransom than any third-world hustler´s going to give you." Now I have his attention. "What are you talking about? Who is she then?" "That´s Beth Haswell... Elizabeth Haswell... Richard Haswell´s wife..." He looks at me blankly. "You know... Richard Haswell... Billionaire... Owns half the fucking city. And that´s his wife you´re pawing at. He´ll pay a fortune to get her back, but he might not be so happy about it if he thinks you´ve been fingering his property."

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.