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Daxton said scornfully. Sebastian turned to look at her and scoffed. "Not everyone is after money. Besides, you might not even have as much money as I do!" He wasn't boasting. He already had a fortune of almost one billion dollars. "You—" Candy turned pale with anger. When she realized that Sebastian was actually leaving, she jumped out of bed and caught up to him in just a few steps. "Stop!" Sebastian glanced at her and said, "You're fine now,miss, but I have things to do. Please move aside."

Sebastian's eyes went red in anger, hate, disgust. "Who are you?" Mrs. Smith asked Sebastian. "Mam, he is Mr. Knight. Owner of Knight Corporation. He is one of the richest and successful businessmen in this country" Mrs. Smith's assistant whispered near her ear. "Sebastian Knight" Mrs. Smith whispered nervously and spoke up, "Hello Mr. Knight. I didn't expect you to come here. You don't need to take her side. You don't know the nature of a low class girl... "Shut up" Sebastian shouted angrily.

"True dynasties require dedicated foundation work." The London rain continued its gentle percussion as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Europe's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each caress, each heated glance, each moment of perfect understanding between us reinforced the precious truth of our connection – that we had found something transcendent in each other's arms.

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

It was heavy, it drew blood, and it marked me as the primary target for every predator in the city—none more dangerous than the man that now leaning against the mahogany frame of my office door. ​Matthias König didn't knock. He simply materialized in the threshold as the sun began to dip behind the skyscrapers, casting long, skeletal shadows across my desk. He had discarded his coat; his white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that looked like they were corded with tension. He didn't look like a CEO; he looked like a soldier who had just breached the final line of defense. ​"The board is ecstatic, Ms. Smith, " he said, his voice a low, gravelly vibratio

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

She had to see my photo in the newspaper or see me at one of the countless events I attended. " I am." My answer was simple. Gabrielle grabbed the glass of water and took a long sip. Then she looked me straight in the eyes. " My friend married the freaking billionaire."