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I reply. "A good cause," she scoffs. The painting, although ugly, is sold at auction for an exorbitant sum. However, everyone knows that it's not about the articles. It's about the dispute. The guests applaud the buyer, then the master of ceremonies announces the next item; a Mendis Coconut Brandy, a coconut brandy aged in wooden barrels. - Do you want to bid? – Angelic asks me, but his eyes are fixed on the stage. - I do not want.

Rico’s Pov I HATE YOU RICO” I heard Ashley yell And I hate you more “ I yelled back Just immediately a message popped up on my phone reminding me of a meeting that will be held tomorrow. The company is having meetings with all our investors and partners to our company . One of the company partners son is my rival. I don’t see him as a rival though because he is way below my standards but then again I hate his guy. Sometimes I wonder why the hell they choose to partner with my when we both hate each other. I drove down to my favorite bar to have a little bit of fresh air.the bartender brought my usual drink while they go get the ladies like always. Two slim ladies walked up to me dancing and

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

"Everything okay, dear?" I smiled. "Everything's fine." She nodded, “Tyen get ready for morning rush. We have a sale today.” She turned and went back to work. --- The sale was a mess. A beautiful, chaotic, overwhelming mess. They were finishing up the old food in the storage room to make room for new stock. The discount was simple enough—25% off for families of four, 10% off for groups of three or less. And Sophie and Maria and I were running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to keep everyone and ourselves from combusting.

Or she wasn't ready yet, and the King didn't seem like someone who wanted anything from her. "But the King is.." "That's why we came prepared." Salvatore picked out another item from her basket. It was a liquid in a small bottle. "One dose of this, and he'll sleep for the whole night... and then you do the deed; he won't resist you the next morning. Trust me on this one, even Lady Osas did so, and it worked." Evie's eyes widened but she collected the bottle and dropped it in her basket. Would she use it?

this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Why? Why are they shouting such large amounts? Where is all this going? She turned to Don Constantino, and there she saw his mischievous smile. Is he selling me? She was suddenly terrified, as if doused in freezing water that caused chills throughout her body. She couldn't move and seemed paralyzed with fear. With each price shouted, her anxiety increased even more. "Twenty million!" "Twenty-five million!" That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh.

she said with a small bow before leaving. As the door closed, I returned to the reports. Then something caught my eye. A five-percent drop in product sales. My jaw clenched. I hated declines. Decline meant weakness. Weakness meant failure. Grabbing the phone, I pressed the intercom. “Get here. Now.” Minutes later, a hesitant knock sounded. “Come in.” A woman entered blonde, heavy perfume, her skirt clung too tightly , blouse that could barely contain her chest that looked one breadth away from tearing

But it was worth every dollar. Aunt Eva was turning forty. A milestone year. And yes, she probably already owned a vault full of diamonds. But this one was different. Not the most perfect or clearest cut. But I’d chosen it because I knew—when it caught the light against Eva’s skin—it would be breathtaking. And now I had to watch from the sidelines as they prepared to give it to her… as if it were their own idea. As if I had nothing to do with it.