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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.

I told her. Briannah scoffed, sizing me up. "I must say you're not looking bad. Once upon a time you looked like a maid. But here you are, all dolled up like the proper Billionaire's wife," she blurted out, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. I breathed in deeply. I didn't want to let her words get to me. "If you're done now, you should leave," I spoke with my head high. "Make sure to bring Diego with you. Also make sure he doesn't kill anyone okay?" She added with a chuckle.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

Everything about this place screamed familiar. I’d forgotten, somehow, that he was a millionaire — but the house didn’t let me. Every corner whispered wealth — the polished marble floors gleaming under soft gold light, the faint hum of a distant piano somewhere upstairs. I was led to what seemed to be his study. The maid opened the door for me and left. He was sitting lazily in his chair with a bored expression on his face. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suits I’d grown used to seeing him in — just a dark sweater and rolled-up sleeves. The sight was disarming in its simplicity.

The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

THE early morning news the next day carried the headlines, and they were so catchy, and trending seriously. 🎬: Prince Raghav Seen Kissing A Strange Lady In Front Of Bizzan Hotels. 🎬: His Royal Majesty, Prince Raghav Has Severed His Relationship With Bellarmine. 🎬: Prince Raghav Cheats On Bellarmine. 🎬: Royal Prince Raghav of Shimla Kingdom and CEO of Rana Hospitals In A New Relationship.

"Even if he's domineering? Even if he's terrifyingly manipulative and completely controls the situation?" "Girl, he's offering her a fresh start, her dream career back, absolute financial freedom, and a million-dollar exit cheque!" Maya gushed, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Plus, in those stories, the terrifying, brooding billionaire is always secretly down bad for the heroine! It’s toxic, it’s dramatic, it’s dark romance perfection! Who turns down a billionaire knight in a dark suit?" Celine let out a soft, exasperated sigh, shaking her head at her friend's hopeless obsession with domineering men and dramatic romance tropes. "You're absurd."

“It’ll work out, Rae. Fingers crossed.” Before I could respond, Amelia one of Claire’s friends came over. Her eyes were sparkling like she had some big news. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close, “who would’ve guessed you were having an affair with a hot billionaire?” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” Claire tilted her head. “An affair? With who?” Amelia waved her phone. “You’re all over the internet. Haven’t you seen? Look!” I grabbed her phone, heart pounding. There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed

"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.