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“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us—he was nothing like I expected. I’d imagined a rough looking man with brown teeth but he was the complete opposite. But why did he seem so familiar? Have we met? “Please,” I whispered. “I don't want to marry.” I covered my face with my palms. He paused, staring intensely at me. “Do you have twenty million then?” He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the small silence.

The fallout from Elise’s sudden return was immediate and merciless. By sunrise, gossip blogs were buzzing with scandal. The top headline screamed across Sienna’s phone screen: “The Other Woman? Billionaire Damon Caldwell’s Secret Affair Exposed.” Her stomach twisted as she stared at the grainy picture of herself—taken outside Damon’s penthouse, clearly snapped by a hidden camera. The caption beneath it was cruel: “Meet the assistant who allegedly stole Damon Caldwell from his fiancée, Elise Laurent.”

“Now come here. You still haven’t told me the juicy part.” I frowned. “What juicy part?” She grinned. “The part where you said you’re falling in love with the billionaire you married to get revenge.” I covered my face with both hands. “Sofia…” “What? I need the full story.”

The one who’d redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I’d sworn I wouldn’t see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

"What kind of novels do you like to read?" Elma hesitated, as if she wasn't sure how to respond. "I-I like fantasy novels," she said finally. "I love getting lost in different worlds and meeting new characters." Adelaide smiled, feeling a sense of connection to Elma. "I know exactly what you mean," she said. "I love getting lost in a good book too." As they talked, Adelaide could see Elma starting to relax, starting to open up. She was still shy and introverted, but Adelaide could sense a kindred spirit beneath the surface.

He whispers. I bit my lip, chuckling a little. ”Yeah sorry about that, I don’t make a habit of falling into billionaires laps.” He frowned. ” I hope not.” I look up and into those eyes. Those beautiful bright eyes that were as hard as ice, but somehow I managed to melt into. He was so handsome, my heart was beating a million miles an hour. His lips pulled up a little into a smile, a genuine smile... dare I say. My heart nearly stops.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

Instead, as I stepped inside, a sharp awareness slithered down my spine. I didn’t belong here. The room was bathed in golden light, the faint scent of fresh roses lingering in the air. But beneath the floral sweetness, something richer lurked—money, power, exclusivity. It dripped from the silk-draped furniture, the gold-trimmed mirrors, the towering shelves filled with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. But none of it was as overwhelming as her. Serena Lancaster. The celebrity model. She didn’t just belong in this world—she ruled it.

A hostess greeted me with a polished smile, her gaze sweeping over me with polite curiosity. “I’m here to meet someone,” I said nervously. “Of course,” she said, her tone impeccable. “May I have your name or the name of your party?” “Antonius Rockwell,” I replied, and the name felt foreign on my tongue, heavy with significance. Her smile didn’t waver as she checked her list and then nodded. “Right this way, ma’am.” As she led me through the lavish dining area, I couldn’t help but notice the opulence around me—the crystal chandeliers, the pristine white tablecloths, the soft clinking of silverware. Everything here screamed luxury, a far cry from the simple life I had always known.