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Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

Well, except Nolan. “And who the hell are you?” Nolan spat, his voice laced with venom, though his posture screamed insecurity. I knew it when I saw it. The man next to me smirked, his confidence radiating with a aura that was impossible to ignore. “Alexander Wolfe,” he said, extending a hand as though this was an ordinary introduction. “CEO of Wolfe Industries and new owner of Black Suits. Rubby's fiancé.” If shock could be bottled, I’d have enough to power the entire city. Alexander Wolfe? As in the billionaire mogul splashed across business magazines? He was the new owner Nolan had always blabbed about?

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

she asked. "Our neighbor?" I asked, puzzled, as I tackled the coffee stain on the counter. "Yeah, the guy who works in the office opposite us. Alexander." "No, I haven't," I replied, not really interested in meeting anyone new. I just wanted to work, make money and go home. I didn’t really care about the thrill of making new friends, especially some random New York City Billionaire.

"I'm glad you like them, ma'am. Now, shall we head downstairs for breakfast? The boss and his wife are waiting for you." Katiya nodded eagerly, eager to meet the people who had shown her such kindness. As Katiya descended the grand staircase, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of her surroundings. The mansion exuded an air of wealth and sophistication that she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Each step she took seemed to echo through the spacious foyer, serving as a reminder of just how far removed she was from her humble beginnings in Oscaria.

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

He was going to have her. "I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just came here to binge and buy a few novels." Kane wanted to laugh at her incredible smart skills, hell, that woman was trending on the screen, the most beautiful out of the Denver Triplets. His assistant was saying something, but Kane was already halfway gone towards the woman behind the counter.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long golden shadows across the terrace, Lucian held his wife and son close — the cold, dominant billionaire long transformed into the devoted husband and father who had finally found everything he never knew he needed. In Lila’s arms and against his chest, the future they had chosen shimmered bright and endless. A future filled with love, passion, possession, and the kind of forever that began with one wrong hotel room… and ended with a lifetime of being perfectly ruined.

It was about the fire between them. Evelyn’s back hit the soft duvet, and the air left her lungs in a quiet gasp. Above her, Lucien was a shadow of pure, frantic hunger. The drug had stripped away the CEO and the cold husband, leaving behind a man who was nothing but heat and a desperate, shaky need to be touched.

The city blurred around her until she finally stopped beneath the awning of a closed café. That was when a black luxury sedan rolled to a smooth stop in front of her. The door opened. A tall man stepped out, his polished shoes untouched by the rain. He wore a dark tailored coat, broad shoulders filling it effortlessly. The streetlight caught the sharp lines of his face—controlled, unreadable, dangerous in a way that made people instinctively straighten their spines. Sebastian Vale. Elena recognized him instantly. Everyone did. CEO of Vale International. Billionaire. Media recluse. A man rumored to crush rivals without raising his voice. Someone Victor had once desperately tried—and failed—to