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"Or what? And I've told you she isn't property." "I've got the headlines drafted, Kael. ‘The Billionaire Thief.’ You have forty-eight hours to get her to the owner. Or you can watch the stock market crumble." He stops as he passes me. "She's beautiful, Kael. Truly. But is she worth the sacrifice? If you don't mind, you can pass her to me; let me have a taste." I took a sharp swing that connected right above his jaw. Thomas stumbled, turning his head to spit a thick glob of blood onto the floor. I was heaving as I stood over him, knuckles throbbing with a satisfying ache.

He held out a folder. “One year. You will be my wife in name and appearance only. In return, I will pay your mother’s medical expenses and ensure you never worry about money again.” I stared at him, unable to believe my ears. My heart pounded but my voice was steady. “What is the catch?” “You follow the rules. You don’t fall in love. When the year ends, we both walk away.” I looked at the folder. I opened it and found a contract, skimming through it. I started at the signature line. At the price of my pride.

Ah, I forgot a simple fact, which was that I was the only one he treated badly. Then, in that blue December, I finally learned a surprising secret, that man actually in love with me. He made me the heir to his wealth as well as various mysteries that he wrote in his diary. He didn't give much hint in the book, only about his life, his feelings, and why he committed all these crimes to me. In my desperation, I begged God to let me see him again to ask what he really meant. And God granted my request. And here I am, standing looking at him who was focused on finishing the baby bed he had made since a month ago

What went wrong? “For all of you?” I ask. We are more than eight in number. Did he get a gold class ticket for everyone? “Yes! For all of us,” Lisa corrects me. Well of course he did. He is of course CEO Lorenzo. The billionaire of New York City. “Uhmmm…honey, I can’t go.” Whatever his plan is, I won’t be part of it. He can’t just make my family so happy just to tear them in pieces. I don’t want them thinking we are perfect. I don’t want them to think we are okay. I want them to see the changes, so when telling them about the divorce it won’t be so shocking.

We looked at each other and he gestured for me to shake hands with his client. I nodded at him and shook hands with her for a brief moment. Madam took a step back and was in awe as she looked at the two guys in front of her. She said, “It’s amazing to see two young billionaires together. And what’s even more amazing is that both are from the same family. I heard that your businesses are known as sister companies. It must be a delight to have each other in the same business.” I pressed my lips firmly as I turned towards the brothers. Both chuckled shyly with what they heard.

He knew that she was different… in a good way. Salvatore placed his coffee on the bench beside him, and she did the same as he moved an inch closer to her. “You and I are compatible, and those photographers who follow me around wouldn’t be the mobs that want to catch me looking lovesick and distraught. I was followed by photographers before Vanessa came into my life because I’m a billionaire, but those people would only see me in a happy relationship and move on to some new drama.”

"Loving someone doesn’t mean you must control them. It means loving them despite their flaws and imperfections... Despite having principles and perspectives different from yours." "Don't lecture me. I still know more than you do." Alfred leaned in and held Vivianne tightly by the jaw. "I'll get Ella back, Vianne. Remember that." "We already transferred her to somewhere safe, so you can keep on trying because I won’t let you win." Someone suddenly spoke from their side, causing the father and daughter to look in that direction. Vivianne's tears finally fell when she saw that it was Beckett. "I’m sorry, I’m late," Beckett said, and Vivianne nodded, smiling as if to say it was okay. "Your mothe

She would only be lying to herself if she pretended she was going to have any work done at this rate. “Why don’t you give yourself a chance to fall in love with him? A billionaire is no joke”, Christopher advised. Ashley nearly burst into unrestrained laughter. She couldn’t fathom a world where she would be in love with Ian. He’d crush her like an ant and probably throw her in jail for daring to harbor such unjust feelings for him. He was the least safe person for anyone to ever fall in love with. “He’s a pain in my ass, I just told you”, she rolled her eyes. Christopher waggled his eyebrows.

Most of the passengers began to take up parachutes which were beside them as Richard looked to his side but there was none then he lifted his gaze forward again to his father who understood his signal. "Hold on Richard, I'm coming," His father said as he unlocked his seat belt and just when he was about to move a lightning blast struck the plane tank as a side of the plane blasted open and the airplane fell drastically crashing into a large mountain. ………………… Ten years later The clock strikes ten p.m. when classical music fills a large auditorium with many wealthy couple's dining with their partners, and on one of the chairs sat Richard Robertson, a very prominent and handsome thirty two year

If their mother wasn’t alive to bathe in their father’s attention, then no other woman would. “What if it gets too much, and he fires you?” other than their father, and their aunt bee, their housekeeper was all they had. “If he wants to, he should. I will move back to Spain, and you girls can come live with me whenever you want, “she said. She had a lot of money saved up, and had inherited a house from her father. The only thing Drake could do was fire her, and she didn’t mind, she wasn’t bothered. She had lost respect for him the day he had announced to them that he had a lover. She knew what he was doing was sinful, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.