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I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Across from me, Jefferson stiffened, his face darkening, anger rising like heat. "Is that why you sold it to Foster?" His voice was acid. "Or was it just for the chance to sleep with him?" I did not flinch. "Believe what you want. Matthew Foster did not approach me with any intention beyond getting me into bed. I was just as surprised as everyone else when he was suddenly announced as CEO. I do not know how it happened." He did not believe me. I could see it in the flick of his eyes. "Look," he said, leaning forward now, the smoothness gone from his tone, "whatever Foster promised you, I can offer better. How about you marry Joseph, my eldest son? All the wealth and power you could ever want

She added and giggled wickedly. When Ava still looked bewildered, Susan threw a magazine at her. She caught it in the air and peered at it. She didn't need to flip through its pages: the pictures in question were splattered all over the front page, with the headline "TOP MODEL AVA JONES CAUGHT IN BED WITH BILLIONAIRE LEWIS MARTINEZ" in vivid print, herself and the man she'd slept with laying on the bed fast asleep and naked, their bodies blurred out save for their faces.

now he was freaking her out. " You're freaking me out! What is it?" she asked already getting impatient maybe it was another fake news about the Anderson family. Jake inhaled and exhaled as he took out his phone and showed her. ' Scandal hits the Anderson family once again! Michelson Thierry Anderson is not the real son and heir to the Anderson property! Did the famous billionaire's wife, Topaz Anderson pin an imposter child on her husband Adams Anderson? After all, from all indications, their marriage was a contract so it wouldn't be surprising if she did this to run the Anderson family down and escape with all the ill-gotten wealth with her lover. '

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

“Everything is ready, Meghan. The hundred thousand dollars will be sent right now, but I need your signature on the nondisclosure agreement before we cross the gates of the estate, or my dad will call the whole thing off.” I cut the call without giving him a reassuring answer, shoving the phone into my front denim pocket. “You are actually going through with this,” Sofia said, setting her mug down on the table with a soft rattle. “Meghan, he is a billionaire property developer. If his family realizes you are trying to trap him, they will completely blackball you from every design firm in the country.” “They won’t realize anything,” I said, pulling the straps of my bag over my shoulders. “The

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

"This is too good to be true and so I will not be signing this. What exactly do you guys want to use me for? Some sort of underground slavery thing? That amount is too outrageous and it's not going to tempt me into signing this. This money... It is all too easy and I won't fall for it." "Miss. Galileo." he chuckled my name as I pushed the papers over to him. "My client would probably even be mad that you are having just a million and half. My client is a reputable billionaire and that is why his anonymity is also very important. To be noticed and liked by my client is a one way ticket out of financial crisis. But if you really do not wish to sign this, I guess I'd personally find someone els