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Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

She hadn’t even realized that she had been holding her breath all along. Celine's fingers trembled as she scrolled through the articles and pictures of Erammno Vitale, each click revealing a new facet of his mysterious persona. “Erammno Vitale, Las Vegas Biggest Billionaire Businessman…” she read aloud, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. She dropped her phone, the device clattering against the table, her mind spinning at the revelation that she had been visited by one of the most powerful and feared men in the city. “What does he want with me?” she whispered to herself, disbelief and fear tangling in her chest.

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱. 𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘇𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮'𝘀 � ��𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿—𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

Hearing him acknowledge her abilities so directly left her strangely unsettled. Fortunately, the shock only lasted a few seconds. Then common sense returned. "Competent people don't marry their bosses." "They do if the offer is good enough." There it was. The billionaire. The man who had spent so much of his life surrounded by wealth that he genuinely believed every problem had a price tag attached to it. No matter how serious the situation became, his first instinct was still to solve it with money. Charlotte slowly folded her arms across her chest and fixed him with a skeptical look.

Sloane's green eyes locked onto Maeva's red dress in the crowd, a victorious, mocking smirk playing on her red lips before she spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, giants of Eden City," Sloane's smooth, arrogant voice boomed over the high-fidelity speakers. She looked radiant, her white silk gown catching the light as she gestured toward the massive digital display behind her. "Tonight, we do not just celebrate a marriage. We celebrate absolute global dominance. As we speak, Kasen Thorne has successfully integrated his legendary high-frequency financial algorithms into the Laurent European banking servers, finalizing our historic marriage merger." The crowd of billionaires erupted into polite, rhyt

The pieces go soft and small and two of them lift off the step and into the wet street below. We stand. He offers his hand. I take it. Then his phone buzzes. He reads it. Shows me the screen without a word—a tweet, four minutes old, an account with no photo and three followers, already retweeted forty times. The truth about the Cross billionaire’s secret marriage contract — coming soon. Evelyn hasn’t waited, she already created a fake account for it. Lucien pockets the phone. Meets my eyes. “Still ready?” Behind me, the light in my parents’ apartment glows warm through the window. Ordinary. Unchanged.

“Scarlett, there are things you don’t know about your fiancé. Or about me.” My throat tightened. “Then tell me.” He smiled, faint but dangerous. “I will. But you might not like the answer.” He reached into his jacket, pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and handed it to me. I unfolded it — and froze. It was a bank statement. My name at the top. A transaction from a year ago. Half a million dollars wired to E. Blake Holdings. From my account. I looked up, voice breaking. “This can’t be real.”

The fastest way to do this was to marry a billionaire. Celine was a phoenix rising from the ashes of her scorched barn, reborn and remade into a vessel of justice. Her first step in her quest for vengeance, catch herself a billionaire, which was why she sat on Sebastian’s desk, swinging her lovely bare leg. Trying to remember everything Kim had taught her about flirting. Down with the Billionaires Club! “I thought you didn’t want to see me.”, Sebastian said as he eyed her toned body and the swell of her curves.