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she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

Seeds of Deception The atmosphere around the Vanderbilt estate grew tenser by the day. Lucas and Sophia, though determined, could feel the tightening web of challenges around them. Adrian’s veiled threats lingered in their minds, and Emma’s silence only added to the unease. --- Emma’s Intrigue Emma sat in her penthouse apartment, a glass of wine in hand, as she reviewed the documents her new ally had provided. They detailed the intricacies of Lucas and Sophia’s business dealings, personal accounts, and even their private schedules.

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

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“You bet! That man could have asked me to go muck out the stalls, and I’d have said yes. He’s taking me to Barn Sour.” Jenny laughed. “Good. That place is out in the middle of nowhere. I bet you were eager for him to ask. The two of you are made for each other.” “I think so too,” Camille agreed. Jenny’s voice dipped to a serious level. “I’m really happy for you, Millie. I always hoped you’d be this happy again, and I figured it wouldn’t happen with anyone but him.” “Why do I hear a ‘but’ coming?”

Either ways, my Charles was just enough for me and I love him so much! I fixed my gaze on the book I held in my left hand, but my mind was far away from it. It was a thrilling romance story. Each word I read reminded me of him, each sex scene, it reminded me of when we both did it together. I was beginning to feel a tingling sensation between my thighs. I couldn't hold it anymore, I really needed to be touched down there! “Oh Fuck!” I moaned loudly, as I read a line that swept my brains away.

JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

She stops in front of me, that unreadable smile still in place. "You're the bride." Her accent is British, refined. "How lovely." "Thank you." I set down my champagne, every instinct screaming danger. "I don't think we've met." "No, we haven't. I'm Evelyn Rowe." She extends a perfectly manicured hand. "I used to be engaged to your husband." The world tilts. She sits in the chair Lucien just vacated, crossing her legs elegantly. Her perfume is expensive. Everything about her screams wealth, breeding, belonging.

His words made her burn with guilt, knowing she was doing just that. Receiving no response from her, he picked up the book and checked the cover. “ Atonement child by Franchine Rivers. ” His tone is unfathomable. “ What is it about? ” He turned to her. Mira pursed her lips before replying. “ A righteous girl who got defiled by an unknown man, just months before her wedding. ” “ Oh… ” He dropped the book before cupping her face gently. “ Are you sure you want to read this? ” The care and tenderness in his eyes filled her heart with warmth.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.