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"He wants me." "Good to know that." She looks at me. "I have heard that sometimes rich gay men marry an unsuspecting, shy woman to keep up appearances. Glad to know that's not the case for you, given how quickly he married you and wanted to marry you on the night he met you." "Les, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?"

"Yeah. But, you can't blame them, can you? You're the most eligible bachelor, and now that you're married, everyone's curious to know who the lucky lady is." "If they'd have waited, they'd have found out soon enough." "Still, you've got to admit that it's pretty amazing that so many people are interested in knowing about the mysterious wife of the most popular billionaire. If only they knew that all this isn't real." "It is real, tesoro. In the eyes of the law, we are legally married. And as much as we don't like it, this marriage is real. Whether we like it or not. And that is one of the reasons I brought you here tonight."

And I never thought I'd be getting into a fake marriage in my life. It's something I read about in Chloe's romance books. It's not real...it doesn't happen in real life but here I am, fake marrying one of the richest men in the city for a million dollars. Nothing can be crazier than this. I noticed that everyone was looking at me just then, do they think that I am going to bolt? "I do"

But Marcus would not be making the same mistake again very quickly, Taylor mused as he glared at the train for all of his anger. His car had run into a lady, causing her a fatal accident, but he had behaved like a foolish hit and run driver by abandoning the girl in her pool of blood, despite how wealthy he was. And there it was, splashed all over the page of a tabloid: his personality and reputation, picked over and mocked at for one silly mistake. "SHOCK ANNOUNCEMENT: YOUNG WOMAN, ALICIA MESSI, HIT BY BILLIONAIRE CEO TAYLOR SCHULTZ WHO THEN FLEES SCENE. IS HIS WEALTH THE REASON FOR HIS COLD-HEARTEDNESS?"

“A few months ago, I thought I’d never want to be seen again. Now I’m here, eating lunch by a river like a normal person.” “That’s the point,” I said. “You don’t have to disappear to start over.” He nodded, but his eyes looked far away, like something was still weighing on him. When they got back, her phone was buzzing nonstop. Notifications, missed calls, messages. She frowned. “What’s wrong?” Rand asked. She scrolled, her expression shifting fast — confusion, shock, then something colder. She turned the screen toward him. His face was on it. A photo of him from the café. Headline: “Disgraced Billionaire Rand Calloway Resurfaces in London — Spotted Living with Unknown Woman.”

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.

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

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”

“‘The Billionaire’s Virgin Bride.’ How fitting.” “Ethan!” “What? I’m just observing the parallels between your reading material and your current situation. Though I have to say, I’m disappointed by the lack of research accuracy.” I blinked. “Research accuracy?” “Well, you’re marrying a billionaire, but you’re hardly a virgin bride, are you?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.” The heat in my cheeks could have powered a small city. “That’s none of your business!”