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That was his next question and I was taken aback a little with his choice of words. What did I do? How did he immediately assume that the divorce was my doing? “I didn't do anything, Father. He just brought in divorce papers, and asked me to sign.” Melody snickered, hand covering her mouth. “I thought you were Mrs. Perfect? I believed the handsome billionaire man wouldn't stoop low to get involved with you. Poor and wretched. Permit me to say that.” Melody scoffed and rolled her eyes. For what reason would she say that? I thought I had heard it all until I heard the next words of my father. He had a stern expression on his face as he said,

Everything about her spoke of survival, and that is what Mandy did, she survived. She’d lived through the most auspicious of upbringings. Mandy had endured living in poverty, getting fired from her job, moving back in with her abusive parents, gossiping co-workers, and an unplanned pregnancy. All the hurt that he had been feeling about her keeping secrets from him washed away. He felt ten years older and at least ten more the wiser. She hadn’t kept the baby from him to manipulate anything. Mandy was protecting herself and her unborn child. He was proud of her and what she’d done with her life.

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

Kelly had started to respond to her own name. She still had no memory of anything. She had noticed that about a week ago, people had started treating her a little bit differently, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Everybody had acted the same until she fell asleep, and then the next day, when she woke up, everybody was a lot nicer to her period, even though people were pretty nice to her in the first place. She knew she didn't belong there. The idea that she was being taken care of by some secret billionaire who had his own compound that was literally built into a mountain was almost hilarious to her period. She didn't know if she had a good sense of humor or a dark sense of humor, b

Cassie's phone was buzzing nonstop in her pocket as she was instructing one of her employees in the main gallery of the art center. A quick look revealed a barrage of texts and multiple missed calls, all from unidentified numbers. She looked at one of the texts, bewildered. It was a link to an article on the internet. The headline, which read in huge letters, "Billionaire Nicholas Scott's Secret Marriage and a Baby on the Way?" made her heart drop as she clicked on it.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

And there was a time that it seem as if the business would have failed, so she thought seeking around with another rich man could help maintain her lifestyle. ''Oh, but the business never failed.'' ''No, my grandfather pumped money back into the company and gave my father a firm warning.'' I grab her around the waist. ‘’If Catherine thinks she is going to have this company, she has another thing coming.’’ "Men sure know how to pick the crazy ones.'' I suck on her earlobe, receiving a moan. ''You are the right one now.'' Millie gets up and twists around, where she struggles to remove my jacket and I almost laugh.

Figueroa almost fell from his seat and was able to understand what was stated in the bank book and documents, especially the name of the account holder. Jedizon and Zandrex looked at the reaction they saw in the CEO but didn't ask. Mr. Figueroa immediately absorbed the hot chocolate as he typed John Dave's name into his desktop computer in front of his desk. Two words wanted to escape from the mouth of Mr. Figueroa regarding John Dave and this is the, "secret billionaire." Mr. Figueroa passed the files to Jedizon to finish it and the hard copies to Zandrex to photocopy for the copy for John Dave.

We negotiated and he agreed to give me a hundred million dollars if i provided him with the documents. The next night I sneaked out of my room to my hide out where I dropped the documents in a treehouse and I went back to a hill where I was watching the men bring the money in cash. I could see them through my hand held camera and we communicated on the phone. My phone number was untraceable so I had nothing to worry about. “Take out a bundle and drop it in that crate”. I said to the man holding the money he did accordingly and I dragged the crate from the tree house to where I was hiding. I touched the money to confirm they were not fake.

I said, settling back in my chair. A short silence followed, weighted with something between amusement and surprise. "Well." Her voice was calm and melodic, the way I remembered it. "I didn't expect to hear from you again." "It's been a while." I said while walking back to my table. "Years," she corrected. "I had assumed you'd forgotten I existed." "How could I?” I replied. Vivian Moose was the only person I trusted with secrets mostly because she was better at uncovering them than anyone I had ever met. She possessed an observer's instinct.