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She places her hand on the metal handle of the wooden door and pushes down on it before opening the door. The door reveals Alex, neatly dressed, suited up and looking uneasy. The minute he rode into Cara's street until he parked and got down, he has been getting weird stares. Maybe it's the Maserati he drove in or the Armani suit he has on but he knows he has to get out of the neighbourhood as soon as possible before he gets abducted or worse. "I need..." Alex begins to speak but he is cut off with a door to his face. Cara slams the door on the billionaire not thinking about what she has to lose.

“I was asleep, why?” “Your ex-boyfriend happened, Daniel leaked your engagement to the press and now the news is upside down and soon the press will be surrounding this penthouse like a swarm of fish.” That was something I never counted for, we were supposed to appear to the press slowly but this… this is a fucking bomb and I need to contain the collateral damage it’ll do before it’s too late.

Did I just meet the ruthless billionaire, I use to hear of him but I never saw him, John talks about him even Chloe "Noooo….somebody should wake me up" I muttered fanning myself "Did I just propose to the ruthless billionaire mogul" "ALPHA WANE"

When I was settled, he got in as well and began to drive. "Talk," he commanded, his eyes fixed on the road. "Where is that man you were always with? The one who looked like he’d never done a day’s work in his life?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Brian. And he's gone, taking everything with him.” I cried. “He proposed just so I’d sign the transfer papers and then he sold my father's company, emptied my personal bank accounts, and borrowed money from loan sharks in my name before fleeing with my best friend."

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

he asked and once again she was caught off guard. One customer asked her this question and they became friends, sort of. Now, this annoying pouty-mouth man is asking her the same question. Why was he interested to know? He looked wealthy and all and he could just try to work things with Stacy and apologize for that day but here he is, wanting to know why she was doing this. ‘He could be the breakthrough your dad’s company needs, but he might be a businessman who wouldn’t mind helping a falling company’ she could hear her mind say to her but she didn’t want to place any hope.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He arched his brows mischievously. “Can you?” he sarcastically asked. I looked away. The last time I checked his net worth was 1.5 trillion dollars. That's way more than all of the billionaires in the world combined. Should I just kidnap him for ransom? “Fine…” he yielded, giving me a serious stare. “I’ll clear your name to the media in one condition.” I gazed at him. “Be my fiancée for one hundred days.” ***** [The Next Day]