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Alessia never acted like a woman, and that tired Dominique out. ‘Did Antonella tell you that I’m expecting Benjamin’s child?’ There was a lot of pleasure in Alessia’s tone as she noticed the astonishment on Dominique’s face. ‘In a month’s time, I’ll become the billionaire’s wife, and I’ll do everything possible to ruin Antonella’s life and yours too.’ Dominique raised an eyebrow, doubting whether Alessia was telling the truth. Her face was not at all friendly. Her black eyes radiated a cold, deadly aura.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Not smug. Almost… tense. Like even he didn’t know which way this moment would end. Amara’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “What happens if I want to leave before the six months are over?” The billionaire’s gaze locked onto hers fully. Then he answered with devastating calm. “You won’t.” 🖤

He's the only guy who kidnapped me after discovering that I was planning to block him. “It won't work. This asshole is deranged, Misha. He never let me go out of the house, never allow me to talk to anyone other than him, he even broke my phone because I kept texting my online boyfriends. I have no choice but to run away from him.” I answered “Aileen, are you an idiot? Girl, you pulled a billionaire! A goddamn billionaire. Endure him a little, or better drain his wealth.” she replied with enthusiasm as if what she said is just picking up trash

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

She slowly obeyed him, Wilson entered, he placed a big brown envelope in her hands, holding the envelope she looked at the billionaire who only stared back at her with fascination dancing in his eyes. “Your boyfriend who happens to be Boss' nephew cheated on you with your stepsister, your stepmother and step brother had taken the inheritance your father left for you and ever since your father's death you have become the element of ridicule and maltreatment.” Wilson explained making Aliyah shut her eyes as memories of the past started biting back at her, she opened her eyes, shook her head trying to rid her mind of the past. “But,” The billionaire went beside her, took her shaky small hands i

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ONE of them asked. The billionaire did not even bother to answer. His henchmen took his silence for consent, and one of them pulled out their weapon. “I am not Alexander!” my voice rang louder than I thought it would, and real fear hit at the pit of my stomach as the chair turned around and I finally found myself face to face with the most ruthless billionaire in the entire country. I shut my eyes, believing that my punishment would be worse if I dared to look at him. “What joke is this Justin? Why do you bring me a fucking woman in place of Alexander?”

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

I'm still crazy about the sensation we both share. We made it a few more rounds before Adahlia fell. She put her arm around me as I hugged her. We are feeling each other's warm and naked body. – "Oh my gosh! Sebastian, why didn't you get married first!? What did I say to you child!? I cannot believe this, my banana bear! #Shocked!" "Damn it, you're an heir, and you're really young. Wake up and we'll figure it out." I woke up to shouting and talking. Damn, the TV is on early in the morning!? I'm the only person here!