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“It doesn’t look like nothing, Kenna.” “That’s because you have a warped mind, Xander and think the lowest of the low about me. You always did. All I was to you was a commodity for your girlfriend, Violet.” She chuckles. I am angry now, how dare she even refer to Violet as my girlfriend. She is not and I do not intend to have one for a very long time. Sure, at some point I will need to think about remarrying, I need an heir to carry on with my business, the empire I have built with hard work, blood, sweat and yes some tears along the way. I have sacrificed so much to be able to be successful and one of the richest billionaires in the Americas and taking Europe by storm.

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

BLS #7 Kenneth Domanco Number one Billionaire in America. People said he's a definition of perfect. Handsome face, smart ass, build body and don't forget that he's damn rich. Famous woman and rich girls always try to reach him but he can't be reach. For him, love is a one stupid word. Love doesn't exist in his life. Chloe Regens

He said disappointedly. "Come on, they are best of friends you know, I mean Zaina and the lady here. There can be a connection," Priest said. "Okay, so how?" "I think there must be something going on between this lady and Raghav, why would he get her a car?" He shrugged his shoulders. Amaya sighed. "It can be just a fan though." Priest shook his head. "I don't think so. Bugatti Veyron for a fan? Think well," he said.

"The expensive kind." "All of it is expensive here, miss." "Then surprise me." I downed the glass in three swallows. My phone buzzed. A text from Gracie: You're trending again. #OliviaAndGabriel. Ten million mentions and counting. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. I looked back at the dance floor. Gabriel was spinning Jolie, his hand resting on her back with a practiced ease. The world thought we were the story, but standing there at the bar alone, I knew I was just a subplot.

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

May POV It’s strange how quickly silence can become a kind of noise. In the days after everything collapsed, the quiet in my hotel room felt like punishment. No Saint running through the hallways. No morning toast crumbs. Just me, the buzz of my phone vibrating across the table, and headlines that painted me into something I wasn’t. The tape had done its job. The world had decided. May Hemlings: homewrecker, liar, opportunist. The woman who “tricked” a billionaire into bed and stayed close to his son to get a second chance.

she glared angrily at him. Santiago stood to his feet and brought out his card which he placed on the counter “I will never ask that from you. I respect you enough not to ask that from you, it’s just that I...” he was going to explain his predicament but thought that she wouldn’t understand “I just need a girlfriend badly” he said. “You’re rich, so get yourself one” she spat then began packing the plates and cups they used. “I know this is a lot to ask but call me when you change your mind Joan” he turned to leave but stopped in his tracks and turned to her “I don’t need a mistress and if I did, I don’t need to ask” he winked then turned and left the café.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do