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he said, amused. “I don’t know if that’s an insult or compliment but you are very welcome to shut your fucking mouth.” “Guilty?” “I was busy, okay?” I snapped. “You’re really stupid,” he said flatly. “Rich people call it training,” I shot back. “I didn’t know that.” “Maybe because you’re not like us,” I scoffed, “I already told them I don’t want marriage. They said fine—then I need to finish my studies first. I hate marriage. It’s toxic.”

I asked, cynically. "We just wanted to tell you that your fiancé is so hot. I looked into him yesterday and it said he's the president of GV corporation and also one of the youngest billionaires in America. How did you manage to snag a man like that? We need tutorials." Another girl, with a gorgeous halo of afro rambled out as she looked toward her friends who nodded enthusiastically in unison. That was quite a strange question that I wasn't expecting, so had no idea how to answer because I knew I didn't snag Roman.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

I just wanted this whole drama with Ricardo to end, to find peace in the midst of this uncertainty. I wanted peace again, and I wanted things to go back to the way they were before Aiden Blackwood and Ricardo Gambino and the entire mafia world. As I stood near the bathroom door, I heard the soft murmur of approaching voices. Moments later, the door swung open, and two women burst in, chatting and laughing. Their sophisticated dresses were adorned with strings of pearl and necklaces of diamond and rubies. Every fabric on them looked like it cost a fortune, and I couldn't help but feel out of place in their glamorous presence. I immediately felt underdressed.

"if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called slut by the only man he has ever loved BOOK 2 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride.* completed * LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002120 PREVIEW she works in a fancy restaurant, but that's the only chic thing in her life, poverty hit her the moment her parents died leaving nothing to her, and her Grandfather soon passed away leaving debts for her to pay.Anna worked in double periods to pay the bills of her tiny apartment, and with much effort pay her economy college.she was managing to do well on her own, and all she wanted was her diploma to work on a job of her dreamsVernon a rich Hair bully he

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.

"Coming." The living room reeked of expensive whiskey and cheaper perfume—her perfume. Lila stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her red dress clinging to curves I no longer possessed. My sister. My replacement. Richard sat sprawled on the leather sofa, his steel-gray eyes tracking my movements like a predator assessing prey. Even disheveled, even cruel, he was devastatingly beautiful. Dark hair, sharp jaw, shoulders that could carry the weight of his billion-dollar empire. But not the weight of a marriage.

I kept quiet, not wanting to add fuel to that flame. As I scrolled through the ride app, something caught my eye—his contacts list had popped up for a second, and I saw how he’d saved my number. My eyes squinted. “What’s this?” I asked, almost laughing at the jumble of letters. “TMPWITW? That… makes no sense.” There was silence for a beat. Then a voice, gruff and amused, floated from the other staircase. “You little child,” Vera said with a smirk, “even an old woman knows better. That means The Prettiest Woman In The World.”

“7 pm then,'' Sophie said and left him there. She knew he was watching her until she bent to the other corner of the street. They met for coffee, which led to more dates, and soon they were engaged. Mark came from a wealthy family like Sophie, but his family lost their wealth after a wrong business move and they struggled to survive. Unknown to Sophie he already knew who she was and about her family wealth and wanted it so badly.

I said, my voice ice-cold. ​"Careful?" Richard wiped at his eye, a cruel, mocking grin plastered across his face. He leaned forward, his eyes turning vicious. "Little girl, you have absolutely no idea what I am actually capable of. You think you're standing on solid ground right now because a few rich men happen to like your pretty face this month? Let me tell you something." He tapped his desk with a heavy finger. "I can crush that ground out from under you whenever I decide to. Today just isn't the day I decide to do it. Now get out of my office."