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She took a look outside and replied, "I have to go, Austin. Wait for me." Austin pushed Raeleigh out the door. "This is a sh*t-hole. I'm not as kind as you think. Don't come back after you leave." Raeleigh turned around and looked at Austin. "I will come back. Wait for me. When you're out, ask for me at the Richards Group. I'm Jepherson Richards's wife. If I'm not there, find me at Waverly Village. My brother's Xanthus. Ask for him. He's a doctor.

Everyone fell silent. Nicole and Yvette exchanged a look. After years of tacit understanding, they suddenly understood that this woman was most likely talking about her own husband. The woman looked well taken care of, but she did not appear often in the circle. However, maybe they would know her name if she said it. Tina’s family was considered a little rich, but it was far behind the people present. However, the person she married was her childhood sweetheart, Zach, who was very good at doing business.

It also meant that she was the granddaughter of the late William Richmond, one of the richest tycoons in the States and owner of several billions, ten times richer than him. After a few minutes, he tried to rummage through his memories to remember the facts about the Richmond dynasty. All he knew was that they were highly respected members of the elite society, with a long lineage of perfect pedigrees. Known for his ruthlessness and drive, William Richmond was considered to be one savvy businessman and the sole heir to the family wealth. He had only one daughter whose beauty had been legendary, with frequent mentions in almost every tabloid, which had only escalated after she had joined the

Soon the doctor came in and started dressing his injury. “What did you say was his name?” I asked. “Ryan” “Why does he look so familiar?” “He is married to that actress, what’s her name Jennet……..” “Jeanette Scarlet Wilson?” “Wow a person who teaches other people how to UN-love is married to a woman who is out there teaching people about Love. That's an interesting turn of events . "Get your camera ready, we have a love story to investigate about" I said.

"Sources say that the heiress begins having an affair with the model again shortly after her billionaire father died. The photos above show and confirm the affair as the Davis Holding heiress, wife of the Walton group her is photographed in a rather intimate position with the top model. The two began as friends when they were younger and started their official relationship last year. But the relationship ended shortly before the heiress married Vincent Walton. It isn't confirmed whether the now married couple has always been in a relationship or have just been in

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.

“Blame him? Don’t flatter yourself even if Jacob hadn’t asked for a divorce i would have made sure you were thrown out. Did you truly believe a criminal like you could ever be worthy of my son?” Clara sneered tossing her hair “Exactly. Stop acting like you are some tragic heroine no one is buying it.” Whispers stirred among a few bystanders nearby. “Wait… isn’t that Jacob Wilson’s ex-wife?” “I heard she went to prison.” “Prison? No wonder his mother hates her.” “Still she is prettier than I expected” The whispers pricked at Vanessa’s ears but she kept her face calm her tone measured. “Believe what you want the marriage is over.”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Richard said, his voice low. “There was a woman,” Vivian finally said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “A few weeks before I came to see you. She contacted me. Said her name was Sienna. Said she used to work for Ethan.” Vivian twisted her hands together in her lap. “She told me she knew what I had done. The photos. Everything. She said if I didn’t make things right with you go to you, say sorry, try to bring you back home she would tell everything to the press.” The room became very still.