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"It’s more believable. Couples in love don’t live in separate boroughs." She stared at him. "You’re out of your mind." "You already said yes. Consider this an upgrade." "What about my job, do I have to quit it?" "Quit it. Or keep it and ruin the illusion."said he Eden breathed in deeply. This man was relentless. Controlled. And clearly used to getting everything he wanted. "I want ten thousand," she said. His eyes sparkled. "Now we’re negotiating." Later, Cassian showed her to the guest suite that was now hers. It overlooked the Hudson, decorated in minimalist tones that felt like a catalog page. Not a trace of humanity in sight.

She straightened her back, fixing her posture, wearing courage like an actress putting on a mask. When she opened the door, she stepped out as if nothing had happened. As if the world hadn’t just fallen apart inside her. But within, there was a scream she couldn’t release. A wound no mask could hide. Thirty minutes later, Roxane and Lyka arrived at Vella-Vellamonte Vellage—a grand mansion born of luxury and power. Every corner spoke of wealth—the manicured gardens, the gleaming marble floors, the towering columns that seemed to remind them how small they were in this world.

It was titled: "THE BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: RE-MIX." ​"In this version," the Co-Writer explained, a cruel smile touching her lips, "Julian stays the 'Broke Nephew.' But You, Nora... you become the Billionaire. You become the one with the power, the one with the secrets, and the one who has to decide if you can love a man who has nothing but a mousy-haired boy and a familiar face." ​The Co-Writer tapped the contract. ​Suddenly, Nora’s sweatshirt turned into a $10,000 blazer. The cramped apartment didn't turn into a penthouse; it stayed a dump, but Nora was now standing in it holding a Black American Express Card and a legal deed to the entire London block.

The ruthless, terrifying billionaire who had ruled the city's financial market for five years looked completely, utterly broken. "They're mine," he whispered. It wasn't a question. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, thick with five years of unshed tears, desperate longing, and sudden, shocking realization. "Aurora... they're mine. They have my eyes. They have my face." "They are my children!" Aurora hissed, her voice trembling with a ferocious, protective rage. She glared at him, her posture completely rigid. "They have nothing to do with you! I raised them alone. I protected them alone. You have no right to even look at them!"

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

"Pleasure again." She pulled back slow, nodding. "Same." Voice steady somehow, but inside? Mess. His trillionaire status hit her then—fleet of luxury cars parked below, probably his. The black Lambo, the Rolls. Whispers said he owned half Milan underground, mafia money mixed with legit billions. Dangerous money. They sat for lunch, Lorenzo at the head, Dante across from her. Talk started business—mergers, investments. Lorenzo pushed hard, wanting Dante's backing for some big expansion. "This could double our reach in Europe," he said, gesturing big. Execs nodded eager.

And she had been right. She was already richer than her sister, and more than halfway to beat David's net worth. And it was also true that she was heading back to the United States of America to head her company's new branch over there. So it seemed that James was still David's personal secretary and he could pull some strings to get the necessary information he wanted. The rest of the day was filled with so much thinking that she had to leave for home earlier than usual. Charles and Charlie came to hug her the moment she entered the living room. She dropped kisses on their heads.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Her white dress was covered with blood. "I don't care if you married me for money. If you want money then I will give you my everything but I will never let you leave me. You belong to me. I know I am a heartless man. A heartless billionaire. And you Belong to the Heartless Billionaire. Grandmother and William were always right about you. I was wrong. But now I want to start a new life with you. You gave me a life today by saving me. Now I want to spend this life with you. Only with you. Because you are mine. Only mine."

As quickly as his lips touched hers, Karis drew back. "Why are you crying?" His voice sounded rough. " Why are you kissing me like you want to punish me?" Her's was a mere whisper. She dropped her head, hiding her gaze and a shame she didn't know wasn't her's. This is a sizzling forbidden romance. If you would like to read, please add this book to your library, and please like the book to show support to the author. If you like happily ever afters in a romance between a rich playboy, and a poor innocent girl, as they go against all odds to prove their love for each other, then this book is for you