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But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.

I just stared at her—my best friend, looking so damn happy that I'm finding it hard to believe whether this is all an act. "I'd really love to meet that man of yours." My voice was totally a doubting one. She stood up slowly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, smiling wider. “Girl, he’s so hot. And he’s a fucking billionaire. You’re gonna freak when you see him.” I forced this weak scoff, trying to act like I wasn’t impressed by money. I mean, I wasn’t—being the wife of a billionaire myself—Leon’s family has plenty. Bella leaned against the makeup table, her arms loosely crossed, still beaming. “He’s the CEO of HK Group. Julian Hong-Knight.”

whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.

I reply, moving out of the way so the waitstaff can set my plate down. “It still shocks me that you’re dating Seymore Lewis,” she says, eyeballing her own plate. “Me too,” Ellie says, backing up our new friend. “What’s so unbelievable about it?” I gush, trying to pick up my oversized BLT. “Well, he’s a billionaire, for starters,” Sophia says. “You guys don’t even run in the same circles. The man is used to buying anything he wants. Anything,” she stresses, mixing up her salad with a fork.

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

"Liar. DNA said—" Damien laughed, holding a drive. "Faked. Victor hid me to control you all. Now, sign the empire over, or I gut your sister." Noah circled, gun ready. "Shoot him, Ethan." But Damien hit a button screen lit: Video of them. Ethan balls-deep in Noah's ass, filthy dirty talk echoing. "Leaked from your penthouse cams. World sees the billionaire heir as a cock-hungry fag. Stock tanks." Ethan lunged, but Damien fired grazing Noah's leg. Blood sprayed. Noah dropped, cursing. "My thigh fuck!"