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"Why would my father put money in my name? Why would William Black's company be involved?" Victor looked at Lucien. Lucien looked at the folder. "Because they were partners," Victor said. "Your father and William Black. They weren't enemies, Elena. They never were. The affair with Mira? The theft? The murder?" He shook his head. "That was all a cover. A smoke screen. While the world watched them tear each other apart, they were building something together. Something huge. Something illegal. Something that made both of them billionaires." I stumbled backward.

His day hadn't gone well,and he was frustrated and irritated at the slow progress of the project. Now after seeing her he was horny as hell. He wasn't going to force her. If she wasn't interested they'd move on and forget about it. It would probably be for the best anyway,he knew the nature of his proposition was both inappropriate and insane. “He should just withdraw his offer now and shrug it off”,he reasoned. “Yes,thank you” Her whispered words brought his train of thoughts to an instant stop. His jaw dropped as he watched her. The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual.

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

"She looks like heaven but she's born to sin." "He's gonna break you but you're gonna love him anyway." Manik Edward Johnson 29 years old, CEO of EJ Corporation. He has been the youngest billionaire as well as the most eligible bachelor of New York. He doesn't do relationships. He knows better than trusting people. There is only one person whom he trusts with everything apart from his work, money, strength and his life.

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

Sophia’s POV “Y-your bride?” I stammer. His eyes glint with something unreadable, like an almost predatory amusement. It’s all the answer I need. The man I’m to marry is Alexander Thorne? This lethally beautiful, seducing billionaire, who’s spent the past months haunting my quietest thoughts? An engine roars a short distance away. My eyes snap over his shoulder, catching the taillights of a black jeep reversing. Layla’s friend.

The man whose name appeared in Forbes lists and whose yachts were photographed off Capri like they were public art. The man who moved money the way other people moved furniture, effortlessly, and always to his advantage. And now he was standing here, arm still looped around Destiny’s waist, claiming what Ronan had once believed was his forever. "I didn't interrupt anything important, did I?" he asked, and Ronan could sense a hint of mockery in his voice. "We were just in a business meeting, nothing that can't be interrupted with an unnecessary display of affection," Ronan retorted. He knew he was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't hide his irritation.

The couple were relaxing together when Nicholas asked Bella if she wanted to go out near the lake for a walk. Bella was mesmerized with the beautiful view in front of her and Nicholas was mesmerized with his view of Bella. Nicholas was never the person to be sappy or romantic. But whenever he was with Bella he would turn into this sappy romantic person. Sure he dated many women, he was a polite, nice guy to them. But avoided them when he found out they were only after him because of his money and his status in this society. They all needed their fifteen minute fame and money while dating. He never really felt a romantic connection between the women he had dated. He had this cold aura around

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

In front of the people’s eyes, he was still my stepbrother. But none of it wouldn’t matter because he would protect me. We would love each other for whatever it takes… ***END*** UP NEXT - >>> Mr. Beautiful (Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Note: It can be read as a standalone. -BLURB- Audrey was sixteen when we were supposed to run away and leave everything behind—her family, who she resented, and the luxurious lifestyle she had always known since she was born. But before I could claim her body, I decided to bring her back, and that was when death came after me. Nonetheless, I survived and reclaimed myself. I became a man above anyone else. I became a billionaire. After eight years, I saw Audrey aga