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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.

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’d be surprised what people sell when they’re desperate. A nanny, a friend, maybe a disgruntled coworker… take your pick.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You’re bluffing.” “Am I?” She pulled a small envelope from her coat pocket and held it up. “Photos. The boy. The resemblance is… uncanny.” Maya’s heart stopped. “Don’t you dare,” Ethan hissed. The woman smiled faintly. “I already did. Tomorrow’s front page: The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir. Catchy, right?” Before he could react, she turned to walk away—straight into Maya’s path.

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

"And I haven't told you mine." "You didn't have to!" I gestured at the logo. "Hawthorne Industries. How many people have private elevator access and emergency meetings in the middle of the night?" "E, listen to me—" "Are you him?" The question burst out before I could stop it. "Are you Liam Hawthorne?" The CEO every business magazine wrote about. The ruthless billionaire who'd taken over his father's company and tripled its value in five years. The man known for his brutal negotiation tactics and his absolute control over every aspect of his empire.

Sebastian and Ava yet again took up the front page, reading-- Billionaire’s Love Story, Forever and Ever Their long love story came out from Evens Moore’s pen, depicting in details about how he found the traces of the billionaire who hid all the way out in the ocean just to avoid getting divorced by his obsession from his childhood, the woman who he loved all his life, and can’t seem to let go even when her heart might be leaning toward another man who just might be the only one richer than him in the city.

A story of broken hearts, hidden truths, and unexpected love. The story of a billionaire who lost everything—and found something better. The story of a woman who protected her child against all odds. The story of a boy who brought them both back to life.

she accused. Alexander’s expression darkened. “You think I don’t know that you’ve been lying about your business?” she pressed. “You’re supposed to be a billionaire, yet you act like regular man in your own world. What are you hiding?” His lips curved into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re more observant than I gave you credit for.” That only fueled her anger. “I want the truth, Alexander. No more half-truths, no more secrets.”

Maximilian Grey. I had heard his name whispered with both admiration and fear. A billionaire tech mogul, ruthless in business, and cold to anyone foolish enough to cross him. The man in front of me didn’t look like someone who would extend an olive branch to a drowning woman like me. No, he looked like someone who would hand me a contract and watch me sign away my soul with a smirk on his face. And that’s exactly what he was doing.