Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Lost Love Revival

Antonio asked gently. “What? No. The TV. It's a drama I'm watching.” She said before blowing into a tissue. There was silence, with only the sound of her little sniffs filling the house. “So all this,” Antonio started slowly, “Over a Telenovela??” He exclaimed. “Not just any Telenovela. THE telenovela. Featuring the man I'm in love with and now he's dead.” I didn't wait to hear Antonio's response. I knew my wife was a lot of things but this could possibly be the icing on the cake.

She was wearing a white flowy dress that stopped on her lower hip, and a pair of dark sunglasses that covered her eyes. She walked to me at a shrouded, majestic pace that reminded me of wealth. There was no doubt she came from a wealthy family. The white Versace dress and purse she was wearing reflected that. "Please help me, ma'am," I said as she removed her sunglasses to look at me properly. Right now, an opportunity was put in front of me. If I played my cards right, I may just be able to survive. "Miss you should go back to the car and—"

“Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.” Daryl’s brow furrowed in disgust. “You’re revolting.” He snapped. Striding toward her, he grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet, then shoved her roughly onto the sofa. “You really are a whore,” he hissed. “You left me six years ago for a rich guy. Where is he now, huh? That nobleman you chose over me? Did he abandon you the moment you lost everything?” “Stay out of my business!” Cheesy shouted, her voice shaking with restrained fury.

"My company still needs his money." Darlene looked at her sister with a wounded heart. She felt envious. Letta was like a king's daughter, and she was like a servant in charge of helping the princess get whatever she wanted. "If Landen can't get you pregnant... how about having sex with another man?" *** After losing consciousness several times while making love, Darlene finally wakes up when a glare hits her eyes. She gathered what was left of her strength, and got out of bed to approach the handsome man. But her steps were halted when she saw a document in his hand.

“Together. For once, we don’t run. We stand. And we protect what’s ours.” Her eyes met mine, and something shifted their resolve threading through the fear. She gave a small, fierce nod. But the fragile peace broke when Sonia’s phone buzzed on the bar. She picked it up, eyes searching the screen, and her face went pale. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the phone toward me. The title glared in big letters: “SONIA VALENTITHE FALLEN HEIRESS: HOW ONE WOMAN LOST HER EMPIRE TO A CRIMINAL’S HANDS.”

I need to hurry up with this marriage arrangement or else my plans may fail. This wasn’t what I expected,I thought he would be more than happy to have me back,what changed,how did he change so much that he hasn’t even notice me since I came back. The Gray I knew,worshipped me,he adores me,he hated seeing me sad,but he doesn’t give a shit about me now. I attempted to open the phone again, “ return the phone to the original owner”. I got angry and dropped the phone. I have to find who Gray is having an affair with,is it possible that Lena is also in this town?

The content of the article was pitiful. Susan Rivers was born to Richard’s former mistress, Elena Rivers, who claims that the late billionaire loved her very much. They had a daughter, but did not wish to make their affair public at the time. However, he promised to take care of them but failed to keep that promise. Regardless, Susan Rivers inherited her father’s intelligence and graduated valedictorian from both her high school and college where she studied… I threw my phone to the other side of the room in anger.

“Seven years, and I finally held my son in my arms He loosened his tie, He likes dinosaurs, he laughed to himself. God, he asked me to read him a story. Me..Adrian thought to himself still in disbelief how the evening went The thought alone sent a tear sliding down his cheek...He wiped his eyes and set down his cell phone .only to see how the notification bar was flooded. Knight Heir or Heartbreaker? Isabella Moreau’s Story Resurfaces. Adrian froze. Isabella. The woman he had left at the altar years ago. The scandal had burned once, but he had survived it then, burying himself in work. Now, it was back, fresher, sharper, spreading like wildfire across every news feed. Pictures of a young, ra

The sight of it shocked me, but it did not shock me as much as the lithe woman standing beside him. She looked... gorgeously otherworldly. Her beauty was out of this world and her green eyes were complete focused on Drey. Unlike Drey, her smile was wide and contagious. They was an energy about her that was rich, warm, inviting and mysterious. Was that her? Was that “Vanessa Hart, we’re quite surprised by the news of your engagement to the billionaire bachelor, Drey Falcon,” one of the newsmen said, cutting through my thoughts. Bachelor? Did they say he was a bachelor? Only hours after divorcing me? My pulse quickened , my breaths coming out in shallow bursts.