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“Hey, it is part of the image.” “I invest my money well,” Seb said. “I bought one hundred copies of Em’s last book, once I get them signed, I will resell them at a profit. That is called making your money work for you.” Emily laughed and shrugged. “Won’t hurt my sales, either.”

"What kind of event is it?" "Business. The kind where you smile when necessary and say very little and make absolutely sure you don't draw attention to yourself." "I can do that," I said. He picked up his paper again. ++++++++ The dinner was at a private club in the city. The kind of place that doesn't have a sign outside because it doesn't need one, because if you don't already know where it is you aren't supposed to be there. Inside it smelled like old wood and money and the specific quiet of people who have never had to raise their voices to be listened to. Round tables, low lighting, the muffled sound of careful conversations happening in every direction.

They'll lose out on buying me because I'll—" "One million!' "Yeah, one million, three, one million, two, one million, sold!" Good grief!

“Hmph. I’m going to sleep.” Nolan was caught between laughter and tears. He glanced at the document again and threw it on the table before going to look for a hairdryer. The next day, at Soul… Maisie was flipping through the company's ledger on her leather chair. Recently, the sales of jewelry had been very stable. Coupled with the endorsement of celebrities, Soul had become more and more popular among the public.

“If you dare hit me in the face again, you will be sorry.” April raised her hand to slap him but he caught it in the air. “You bastard! You will regret it! I promise! I will make your life hell. You will regret crossing me.” Colton pushed her to the floor and she fell on the food packs, hurting her arm. “Listen to me and listen carefully,” Colton smirked. “It looks to me like you are too dumb so I will explain the recent flow of things.” “Rivera stores and LT constructions have been sold off.” April stilled at his words. A moment of silence followed and she burst into a huge laughing spree.

he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.

Her voice was doing the suppressed thing. "Jennifer." "First day sales are the highest in company history," Jennifer said. "By midday we had already surpassed the full-day record from the resort collection three years ago." She pressed her lips together. "The Survivor collection sold out in four hours. All sizes, all pieces, every retail channel simultaneously." She paused. "We have a waitlist of nine hundred and forty-three people as of twenty minutes ago." Grace set her pencil down. She looked at the drafting table.

She wasn't a pet, goddammit! Lei pressed the papers tightly across her chest, a smile tipping the corner of her cherry lips, her eyes stung badly as she fought back every urge to cry. Lucas! That bastard! He.. heavens.. He sold her! Because of the miscarriage? He sold her because of the miscarriage? Her eyes dropped to the statement written in garamond on the file “luxury life in companionship contract.” Lei flicked her tongue. Luxury life? Her fingernails dug into the document. He was really good, he really was good at this. That bastard made it look like he was giving her a good life.

I hated the way the press added twists and tweaks to every piece of news to make it appear more intriguing. “By some rogues?” “Who the hell had printed and released the awful lie, and what in the goddess' sake do they mean by she was sold some rogues?” “Was I being referred to as a rogue?” My fingers curled around the edges of the bulletin, creasing the paper. I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to look at Lena. She was already crying. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, her body trembling. I swallowed, looking back at the paper. “Sold to be a breeder.” The words glared at me again.

“I know this is stressful for you, but you and Brad have to be strong.” “Thanks for the marital advice dad.” “Any time. I have been in this situation before unfortunately.” That caught my attention but I let it slide for another day. “You don’t look so great. Everything okay?” He shrugged, “I didn’t want to worry you. I sold the company.” “You did what? I thought my marriage to Brad was going to erase all your debt.” “Yes, Wolfe kept his promise. But that still left me penniless.” “Dad, why didn’t you say anything? What about the house? Can you even afford this party?”