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As we stepped into the luxurious stores, Evelyn leaned in and whispered, "Go wild, Soph! Julian's wallet can handle it." I laughed, feeling a sense of freedom. This was my chance to explore a side of life I had only ever dreamed about. Let's see how much "wild" Julian's wallet could handle. Our first stop was a boutique that glimmered with designer gowns and accessories. I slipped into a stunning long gown, envisioning myself wearing it to tomorrow's press conference. The fabric felt soft against my skin, and I could almost hear the flash of cameras in my mind. But before I could admire myself too long, Evelyn vetoed it, declaring, "That's not billionaire's wife material."

Amber thought her heart would explode from beating so fast. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder dress and stillettos which she have never worn before. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a heavy make up that made her look like a completely different person. "You're new here?" a red hair woman just her age asked Amber. Amber nodded her head. "Y-Yeah..." "That's why. Don't worry. After this, we're millionaires. The only bad side is, if our bidder likes us, they will surely make us their sex slaves. That is why you should pray your bidder wouldn't like your service."

There was something nagging me at the back of my mind, a piece of puzzle I hadn't yet put together. As I skimmed through the documents, I noticed something odd_ a series of small transactions, barely noticeable among larger sums but consistent. They were payments to a shell company, one that had only recently come into existence. My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen

“You make it sound like I'm bipolar and a slave to a dominant personality.” “Then enlighten me.” He threw a quick glance at me again. “Think of The Billionaire as a mask that I wear in public or a role I step into to come across as less…frightening. The Beast is who I was trained and groomed to be right from when I was a kid. It's who I really am. So consider me a man in disguise.” “Or a man in hiding.” I finished for him. “Like a wolf in sheep's clothing.”

He was cladded in a maroon suit. The maroon was rich and deep giving it a regal and confident aura. Beneath the suit, he wore a crisp, white dress shirt with a neatly spread collar. The shirt was impeccably ironed, highlighting his attention to detail. He balanced the maroon suit with a silk brown tie. His shoes were polished leather black. He wore an expensive wristwatch. My breath got caught up in her throat. As if on impulse, his eyes met mine. And his eyes got dark with unreadable emotions. I looked beside him and felt my heart constrict. He wasn’t alone. His elbow was intertwined with someone else.

My father just informed me about this party 30 minutes ago and I haven't even chosen a suitable dress to wear. I just remember him saying that it is a masquerade party so aside from wearing a sexy backless red flowing dress, I ended up bringing a vintage mask which is my mom's personal artwork. Talking about my mom, she passed away 5 years ago due to a car collision and that was the biggest downfall I ever had.

“Oh you’re invited Miss Dubois. And you’re going to make all those snooty bitches jealous. It’s a masquerade. You’re going to show my man Grayson, and every man in that room, what the fuck he’s missing out on. Deal?” He held his arm out to her again. An invitation, an expectation. She looped her arm around his. “I’m in.” He nodded and led her up to the boutique. She had some extra bounce in her step, and held her shoulders nice and high, tits forward. It was time for her Pretty Woman moment. Too fucking bad she couldn’t achieve those Julia Robert’s nineteen nineties curls, but she certainly had the hooker boots. And she totally rocked that shit. She totally intended to rock this Halloween Ma

His eyes pierced right into mine, instilling fear and hatred all at once. On the right side of the room, the investors’ wives sat gracefully in their designated seats, including Emily. Her fake smile and innocent face were on full display. Everyone loved her. Until she saw me. Her smile shifted into that twisted smile of a psychopath, the kind I’d only seen on TV. Emily was a real psychopath. Both of them made my skin crawl in the middle of the crowd. “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom.” “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom,” I said quickly, slipping the camera into my sling bag.

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.

The two overheard the store clerk and another customer, who had come to collect a meticulously cleaned vintage Rolex, engaged in a conversation that left them dumbfounded. The store clerk chuckled heartily as he shared a piece of watch history with the other customer. "You see, appearances can be deceiving. That young lady who just left has an impeccable taste in watches. The one she brought in for maintenance is a limited edition Patek Philippe from the 1940s. It features a gold and diamond mechanism and is valued at well over six million dollars." Megan's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't fathom how a lawyer like Sophia, whom she had previously underestimated, co