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she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

"Look at this billionaire making a fool of himself over this woman, just because she's influential. Pathetic." "He deserves this. I heard he hurt her badly in the past." "Do you think she knows who he is?" "Of course, she does. She's his ex, the one he abandoned years ago." "Is that why she mentioned her son, Jumia, being her source of joy?" "Heartbreaking. I feel sorry for her. He deserves everything she's dishing out." "Serves him right. Billionaires like him think the world revolves around them. Look at how far she's come without his help."

He slowly backed into the road, this time, he didn’t hit anyone again. “I can’t believe this people,” I said. He looked at me from the side, but said nothing. “Do you know that almost everyone on earth has found out the great billionaire’s son was marrying a nobody? They have a lot to say about it.” He shrugged. “I bet one of those is you’re an insanely beautiful woman,” he said easily.

"Have you seen outside?! Have you opened your phone?!" "Khloe, what is happening?!" My voice cracked, raw with pure fear. "How did they find out where I live? Who gave them my address?!" "You were proposed to by Nathan Vanny, Gab!" Khloe practically yelled, her voice octave-high. "He is the single richest billionaire in New York City! The moment he dropped to one knee yesterday, your face went viral across the entire planet!"

I never imagined I’d meet someone this kind—someone willing to help me without any strings attached. A short while later, Dominic returned with a check. He held it out to me. "Here. Settle your affairs before you make your debut." I stared, stunned, at the check for nine billion. My hands trembled as I took it. "Boss..." "Why do you look hesitant? Do you love Leonard? Is it hard for you to let him go?" I shook my head immediately.

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

I then reached for it anyway. The headline filled the screen. Billionaire CEO Humiliated: Divorce Drama and Scandalous Affairs Unfold. A muscle tightened in my jaw, and slowly, I lowered the phone onto the desk. My hands were steady enough to pass for calm, but tension had settled beneath my skin so deeply that even breathing felt like work. Every article told a different version of the same story; some painted me as a fool, while others turned my marriage into entertainment. A few attempted sympathy, which somehow felt worse.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”