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The room was spacious, with a luxurious four-poster bed draped in silk sheets, inviting us to indulge in our passion. Anton turned to me, his eyes darkening with desire. "You look incredible," he murmured, taking in my beauty. I wore a silk robe, tied loosely around my body, hinting at the curves beneath. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and my lips were plump and inviting. "I can't wait any longer," he added, his voice hoarse with need.

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

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.

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.

Later that afternoon, Alexander appeared on a global business news panel — scheduled before Sophie’s broadcast went viral. The host smiled too politely. And the trap snapped. “So, Alexander,” she said sweetly. “What does it feel like to be romantically involved with the woman destabilizing the aid sector?” The panel chuckled. Alexander froze for a second. Then leaned in. “Well, it feels like I’m dating someone brave enough to expose what you all profited from for years.” Silence. He smiled. “And while we’re asking questions — how much of your ad revenue last year came from BelleTech-owned holdings?”

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Then my phone buzzed again, and this time it was not James. It was a news alert. I frowned and opened it, but the moment the headline appeared on the screen, all the air seemed to leave my body. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret My eyes widened. I scrolled down and saw another one. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife There was a picture attached to the story. It was not perfectly clear, but it was clear enough. Anyone who knew me would know it was me. Anyone looking for me would know where to start.