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“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.”

I told my mum. “Really? What did she have to say about it?” She asked. “Nothing much.” I shrugged my shoulders. “She refused. She said she has a life here. Her bookstore was the only tangible thing she could mention.” “Don't be like that.” She slapped my back. “That bookstore means so much to her.” “And a few weeks ago, everything was sitting in piles of ashes.” “And you gave her the money to repair it.” “Do you think I should ask for the money back? Maybe that would make her want to move.”

After contemplating for a while, I took a cab and went straight to their house which I have been to a few times. I wouldn’t say his family hated me, they just didn’t care about me or my marriage. But I still wanted to try, I didn’t want to give up so soon. He always listened to them, so he would listen if they begged on my behalf. I just wanted him to rethink his decision. The thought of starting over was scary. Given the fact that I even threw away my life, my dreams, my career for him. Of course, they were filthy rich so they stayed in a mansion. When I got to the gate I was shocked that the guards let me through.

"You never bring me presents like that. You're so biased, Grandmother. You only buy things for her and Lily." Victoria adjusted her diamond earrings with deliberate casualness. "Though you really shouldn't waste your money," Victoria added, a bitter smile on her face. "Damien will finally divorce her now that Isabella's back." The words fell into the elegant dining room like bombs. Cecile's teacup froze halfway to her lips. Her face went completely still. "What did you just say?"

“... I announce to you all, the face of Vexler and Co textiles, Ms. Laura Monroe…” Now, I've got recognition, fans and everything I need to be better than Quentin. I believe he thought I was joking that time, now he'll know better. “Meet the mysterious model taking over Vexler & Co.” The news was all over the media. My inbox was flooded with messages, including one from a mysterious billionaire. I don't recognize the number, but the message was smooth, dripping with danger. Just the kind of vibes I love. “You’re interesting. Let’s talk business…and maybe more.”

She felt it before she even fully understood what she was looking at, that strange tight feeling in her chest that didn’t match the calm way she had been moving through the room all night, and for a second everything around her felt slightly off, like the sound of the music dropped just enough for her to notice it, like the noise of people talking became distant even though nothing had actually changed, and even though she was still standing the same way and still holding her glass the same way, something inside her had already shifted before she even allowed herself to focus properly on the man standing across the room. She had been fine before that moment, not pretending or forcing anythin

"You’re talking about my children as if they're vintage wine. We just finished burning one empire to the ground, Victoria. Don’t think for a second we won't start on yours." Victoria didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink. She merely adjusted the silk wrap around her shoulders with her smile remaining as polished and immovable as marble. "Twelve, please. Your bravado was charming when you were playing the role of a billionaire’s husband in Dallas, but out here in the real world? You’re a prototype whose warranty has expired. You’re only alive because my husband has a penchant for preservation."

“I think you’re just overthinking. Maybe he just wants to spend time with them before going back to New York. They have a life here and he just can’t ruin it and take them away.” Sophia had no idea the type of man Julian was. I sighed. “I wish it were what you thought.” “You’re their mom and he can’t just take them from you. Besides, he was the one who ruined your marriage and made you give up your old life.” “He’s a billionaire. He has the money and connections to do whatever he wants.” “It’s not always about money, Aria,” she tried to comfort me. Before I could speak, my phone started ringing. I ignored it because I already knew it was Julian.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta