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"She's now married, and her new family is a billionaire family, so why should she continue to work in our small company? Ace should take over the company, while She should begin to work for her new family and generate more opportunities to expand our company." "Now that you say it like that, it's quite convincing. However, I will need some time to think about it," he replied. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to do his morning business. Martha sat on the bed with a smirk on her face, her plans were slowly perfecting. First, she has to make Rosaline leave the company to make room for her son, then she'd find ways to make her billionaire family kick her out. She didn't want to take a

13😎ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED BILLIONAIRE (Tender affection) Chapter 13 The traffic on the way congested as it was a rainy day but with his excellent driving skills he was able to reach his supposed destination in only thirty minutes. Finally they came to a stop at his pent house. Inside his car Damien couldn't believe he had brought someone who wasn't Freda over here. The pent house was carefully designed and structured to Freda's taste. It was her idea to create a penthouse for the two of them.

Sophia said sharply “This child is a Caldwell” Richard said calmly. “My heir…and I don’t share what is mine” “What did you say?. A C-Caldwell?” Sophia stammered. “You’re my boss?” “Yes that’s me, CEO of the Caldwell group” he said boastfully. “Let’s make this simple” he continued. “You have two options, marry me and secure a future for you and this child… or walk away, lose your job and never see them again”

Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly. I was having my moment when I unexpectedly received two notifications. My eyes widened when I opened the message saying, “I will send you $10 million dollars, get rid of that thing and start anew.” His message made me gnash my teeth. “How cruel…The audacity of this man!” I screamed deep inside. So I responded with two words to infuriate him, “HELL, NO!” I suddenly remembered the notification from my bank, so I pulled up my online banking and couldn’t believe what I saw.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

“He told you about it, and you turned him down. Why, Celine? Why would you turn away our destiny help? Do you realize who he is?” My hands clenched into fists, but I fought to keep my voice steady. “You’re kidding, right?” My words came out shaky. “You actually expect me to marry him?” “Of course, I’m serious! You should have said yes! He’s the CEO of Dickson Limited—a multi-million dollar company. Do you know how rare an opportunity this is?” I felt the room closing in around me, my breath hitching in disbelief. “You mean... you want me to be with a man old enough to be my father? His son could be older than me!” I could feel the bile rise in my throat as I struggled to keep from shouting.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

"I have to marry his best friends grandson, Paul Sinclair.” I almost dropped my cup. Why were my broke ears hearing billionaire names. The Sinclairs were the richest family in Texas who owned nearly half of everything. I remember seeing Paul Sinclair in magazines. He was tall, blond and unbelievably handsome. For years women across Texas had voted him the state's hottest billionaire CEO. “My grandfather and Paul’s were good friends," Ivy continued, "so they decided each of their eldest grandkids would get married. But six months ago Paul had a terrible accident." She looked away. "He hasn't been the same since."

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.