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she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

******** When I talk of a sl*t–slave, I mean a professional hooker, and believe me, Lily was a dirty one. Nevertheless, she applauded being caged in slavery. I mean she could control this–forbidden obsession. Her precious, princess life died–out immediately when she made an erroneous choice. And marrying this billionaire of the south was her toughest decision ever. However, she was getting used to the d*mn guilt. Lily grabbed the doorway frame and voluptuously undid the straps holding her dress from the back. Soon, her woollen, short dress dropped on the floor, exposing her womanhood. It was a tempting beginning, just the way Ahmed liked with her.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

Designer names she didn’t even know how to pronounce. Rows of shoes lined up by color. Boxes stacked taller than she was. A single glittering clutch that looked like it cost more than her first car. “What… is all this?” she whispered, eyes wide. Rafael appeared behind her. “I may have gone a little overboard.” “A little?” “It’s just a few outfits,” he said innocently. “For our date today.” Lena turned. “I have clothes.” “Yes, but now you have clothes that scream ‘I have a billionaire boyfriend who worships the ground I walk on.’ Much better vibe.”

I leaned forward, squinting through the gloom. "Gabriel Moreau," Pedro said. He actually put his phone down. "The wine magnate. His family owns half of France and all of Napa. He’s... well, he’s the Great Wall of China. Unbreakable. He doesn’t do bars. He doesn’t do scandals. He definitely doesn't do actresses." "He looks like he’s judging the air for not being high-quality enough," Brittany added.

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.

"Thanks for the advice." "Rule two. Don't ask questions about his business. You're not his partner, you're his toy." Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to look away. "Anything else?" "Yeah." Raven's smile turned vicious. "Don't think you're different. Every girl who comes through here thinks she's the one who'll change him. They all leave disappointed. You will too." "You seem awfully invested in who Cassian fucks." I tilted my head. "Is that professional concern or personal jealousy?"