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But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

Scarlett hesitated “ I mean, I trust him to a fault.” Cassian Blackwell had walked into their lives when Roxy and Scarlett took a one way ticket to restart their lives in California. He had held Scarlett’s calloused palms with a baby about to be born inside her and invested in her dreams. He always told her he saw potential in her. He was her first investor in Monroe Luxe. Co, now among the top selling venture firms on the West Coast. He was also an enigma with his own empires. Ruthless in business, one of his Industries in Manhattan- Blackwell Industries was always a threat to the Ashbourne Empire .

My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen It was a front, I'm definitely sure about it. McQueen was siphoning off money, using the funds to finance his scheme against me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just about revenge, it was about crippling everything I had built, piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

He whispers. I bit my lip, chuckling a little. ”Yeah sorry about that, I don’t make a habit of falling into billionaires laps.” He frowned. ” I hope not.” I look up and into those eyes. Those beautiful bright eyes that were as hard as ice, but somehow I managed to melt into. He was so handsome, my heart was beating a million miles an hour. His lips pulled up a little into a smile, a genuine smile... dare I say. My heart nearly stops.

he said, laughing slightly as he followed me. I bit my lip when I heard what he said. Well, he has a point. He is indeed rich, and billions come into his account every month. My gosh! Until now, I couldn't believe that a billionaire like him was dating a poor single mom like me. "I hope I'm the same with you so that I can give all my time and attention to Agatha," I said to him as I went straight to the sink. "You can do that now, Kali. I'm your boyfriend now, and I'll take care of you and Agatha," he answered me.

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

Stepping inside the Sheikh's room, a heavy silence surrounded me. The smell of antiseptic and sterility hung in the air, so different from the vibrant, rich scents I associated with him. He lay there, quiet and still, but alive. A hint of his strength peeked through the pallor of his skin. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself. Picking up the newspaper from the table beside his bed, I started to read it aloud, keeping my voice steady and my eyes focused on the printed words. "In international news today, the global economic forum has announced..." I paused, watching him. There was no response, no flicker of interest in his eyes. He stared at me blankly, a look I wasn't used to from

"Thanks for the advice." "Rule two. Don't ask questions about his business. You're not his partner, you're his toy." Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to look away. "Anything else?" "Yeah." Raven's smile turned vicious. "Don't think you're different. Every girl who comes through here thinks she's the one who'll change him. They all leave disappointed. You will too." "You seem awfully invested in who Cassian fucks." I tilted my head. "Is that professional concern or personal jealousy?"

Adhyansh Aneja, 26 years old, is the CEO of Mishra Industries; well, he used to be the manager, but after marrying Adwitiya, his father-in-law made him CEO. I don't want to explain much about his character for now. Adwitiya Mishra: 20-year-old only daughter of Jayush Mishra, a certified rich spoilt brat. Tripti A. Aneja: Well, she is the wife of Adhyansh, and I can't explain much about her character because Adhyansh told me not to.