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He shouted, Is he fucking kidding me, I admit he's hot, but what the hell does that have to do the job? It's always the rich folks thinking ahead of themselves. “Mr. Knight, that is your name right, good. I don’t know what world you live in that you think every woman wants to get in your pants, but I Reyda don’t. Secondly, a young nurse wins the heart of her billionaire boss and lives a life of luxury. What types of books do you read, get a life.

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

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Three years. That’s how long Zarielle loved Kael — faithfully, completely, believing they were building forever together. Until the night she heard the truth: he never loved her. He stayed only out of duty, while his heart belonged to her best friend, Elara. Broken but proud, Zarielle walks away. She leaves behind the man who gave her scraps instead of love and the friend who betrayed her trust. But moving on isn’t easy. Everywhere she turns, people speak of Kael and Elara — their engagement, their happiness, the perfect life that was meant to be hers. Then Kael realizes his mistake. He sees that the peace and loyalty he found with Zarielle was worth more than the fleeting spark he cha

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Dylan didn’t even know that billionaires can be hurt by knowing someone will leave them. Billionaires used to be imperfect, and they didn’t care about people who leave their life. However, Luke is so different—that’s why he is a charming billionaire that captivated the young and reluctant Dylan Cohen. The warmth of love is only present when he is with him. Dylan is not worth ten million pesos—but an immeasurable price worth of his treasures. The pretty boy approached him and then looked at his grey eyes. Those warm amber eyes of his sugar baby are soothing his soul and inner peace. Dylan smile genuinely as he holds his sugar daddy’s face. His toes ascended him to his tall lips.

“We have money, we can pay you.” “Bitch, I don’t need your money. Not that you have any left.” Her old watery eyes narrow at me. “Who are you?” I look at Cass who’s sitting there looking defeated. “It’s Senator Bennett’s boy, dear. He’s Abigail’s lover.” “What?” she exclaims, holding her hands up.

Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added. "Well, I'm not surprised. Most business tycoons' wealth is not usually from a pure source. Anne said. "One time I heard Mr Anderson trafficking illegal goods and is in a close partnership with drug dealers," she continued, in a cheesy way that added more spice to the tea. "Oh my goodness! You don't mean it," Bryan added cheesily and the news went on till it ended. "Serves him right," Amelia muttered as she switched off the TV. .... "I need you to fire those reporters before the end of the week," Ryan thundered across the office.

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

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.