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The pieces go soft and small and two of them lift off the step and into the wet street below. We stand. He offers his hand. I take it. Then his phone buzzes. He reads it. Shows me the screen without a word—a tweet, four minutes old, an account with no photo and three followers, already retweeted forty times. The truth about the Cross billionaire’s secret marriage contract — coming soon. Evelyn hasn’t waited, she already created a fake account for it. Lucien pockets the phone. Meets my eyes. “Still ready?” Behind me, the light in my parents’ apartment glows warm through the window. Ordinary. Unchanged. I turn back to him. "Drive."

Her PA led her through the wide hall as cameras continued to flash. Back at a luxury penthouse across the city, Vanessa was descending the stairs, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t in a good mood. Ever since Adrian sent the divorce papers, she had felt like everything was slipping away. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the television in the living room caught her attention. A reporter’s excited voice filled the room: “Live at EverGlow Mall! The owner has just arrived with her man, Adrian Blake! Yes, it’s official—Nadine is the woman behind the newest and most successful shopping mall in the city!”

I sense I'm being overwhelmed, like I'm unable to breathe due to the burden of Alex's deceit. I simply desire for it to cease. I desire for the pain to cease. I desire for the fear to come to an end. I want to have my freedom. Vanessa experienced a cold sensation down her back while reading the final entry. What she was reading was too unbelievable for her to comprehend. Alex, the man who was once pleasant and affable, turned out to be a dreadful creature. Anger and hatred surged within her towards him, prompting her to take action to halt his behavior.

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

“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

​We did it, I corrected. ​He didn't care about the board or the cameras or the millions of dollars currently evaporating as the merger collapsed. He pulled me into his arms, his grip so tight I could barely breathe. I buried my face in his chest, the smell of woodsmoke and rain finally replacing the scent of the hospital and the ink. ​The "Billionaire’s Debt-Bride" was a headline the world would forget by tomorrow. But as Damian held me in the middle of his crumbling empire, I knew that the story we were writing together was just beginning.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

“He expects you at his office within the hour.” Elena’s heart skipped. Damian Cross—the infamous billionaire whose empire stretched across finance, media, and real estate. Newspapers painted him as ruthless. Employees whispered that he was a man without warmth, without mercy. And now, he held her family’s fate in his hands. “Do I have a choice?” she asked bitterly. Adrian gave her a measured look. “He doesn’t usually give choices.”

"No? Olivia, we discussed this. The narrative is 'Stronger Than Ever.' We need you seen, smiling, and wearing the diamond necklace Justin gave you for your anniversary." "The necklace is in the garbage disposal, Gracie," I said, stepping out of the puddle of lace in my silk slip. "And I am not going to a wrap party to drink lukewarm champagne and talk to producers who breathe through their mouths. I’m going out." "Out? Where?" "To remind myself that I am Olivia Rayne," I snapped, grabbing a leather jacket from my chair. "And that I am very, very single." The club was called Obsidian. It was the kind of place where the air tasted like expensive perfume and poor decisions. I was tucked into a

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.