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Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

Nick The drive home was a blur of taillights and street signs, the monotony of the road offering little distraction from the turmoil raging inside me. Jane's rejection echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat, each word a painful reminder of my own shortcomings. I felt a knot of frustration tightening in my chest, anger simmering just beneath the surface as I wrestled with the constant desire to prove myself in the world of Alpha families.

"Probably never even been on a plane, and she's out here acting like some heiress." I cut in coldly, my voice steady. "Whether that jet is mine isn't for you to decide." I turned, ready to board and retrieve my papers, but Clara yanked me back with a vicious grip. She looked at me as though I were filth. "If you dirty my jet, could you even afford to pay for it?" Her pull threw me off balance, and I fell hard to my knees. "The leather seats on this jet cost more than your entire life." She sneered. "Selling you wouldn't cover the damage."

Sure enough, clipped to the first page was a new property deed for an entire commercial building in the prime downtown area, worth far more than any of the previous ones. I stared at the deed for a long time, then picked up a pen and slowly wrote the number "98" on the first page. The moment the ink bled onto the paper, I felt a sharp pang in my chest. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. Then, I reached out and pushed aside the oil painting on the wall. Hidden behind it was a secret compartment, and inside were neatly arranged identical folders. They were numbered from one to the latest number, stacked in perfect order.

"Well, what about a book?" "Antonio knows nothing about my situation. I lisd to him okay? I couldn't tell him what I did, and so he thinks he can take me to court if he gets his hands on the signed book that contains the will to my wealth. He thinks our late father had a secret wealth meant for us both, that I've kept to myself the entire time." Ge explained. I thought it made absolutely no sense but I still chose to ignore it. I continued to internally convince myself that he was not a part of my oife, and so I wouldn't commit his words to heart.

Before I could even get to the dining room, my eyes caught a glimpse of something on the table and the thing seemed like a letter. Awen So sweet!'. I mumbled…. Before running as fast as my feet could carry me, toward the dining room. I ran like a wild beast, and then I grabbed the white envelope and opened it without letting my breath out. Immediately I was successfully able to open the envelope…… I brought out the piece of paper that was inside and quickly opened it to read what Edward had written. 'Three hundred million dollars!'. That was the first thing that I saw and it was written in capital letters.

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

If I was entering into his world, I had to be smart and careful ‎I pulled out the green book opening the first page. Heath’s world had only two things predator and prey, and I refuse to be prey. This was my safety net, if it all went down. This would guarantee, I got in with insider information, before the walls come crumbling down. I opened the book and scribbled impulsively ‎Step one: Make him fall for you. ‎I crossed it out and stared at the book for a long time. No. that was too risky. But it would be worth it— if at the end you're safe, I thought.