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Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan. Then he stood. Carried her, still joined, to the window. Pushed her against the glass. And fucked her one last time with the city lights below them. ⸻ When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor—used, sore, ruined. He bent, kissed her forehead. “Your job’s almost over.” She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said. And walked away. No apology. No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

“I mean, I personally found the premise rather unusual. It’s about a billionaire businessman and a girl who works beneath him in his company. She’s just an ordinary employee on a meagre salary.” I paused. “An office romance.” “Oh. . .” She frowned slightly. “What’s so unusual about that?” I stared at her. Seriously? Isn’t the reason obvious? It’s completely unrealistic. What billionaire would genuinely fall for some ordinary employee working for him? “I mean. . .” I continued, unable to resist pressing the point. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd? A billionaire and an ordinary girl falling in love?” “Oh, so that’s what you meant.”

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:

In front of the people’s eyes, he was still my stepbrother. But none of it wouldn’t matter because he would protect me. We would love each other for whatever it takes… ***END*** UP NEXT - >>> Mr. Beautiful (Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Note: It can be read as a standalone. -BLURB- Audrey was sixteen when we were supposed to run away and leave everything behind—her family, who she resented, and the luxurious lifestyle she had always known since she was born. But before I could claim her body, I decided to bring her back, and that was when death came after me. Nonetheless, I survived and reclaimed myself. I became a man above anyone else. I became a billionaire. After eight years, I saw Audrey aga

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

"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

“I KNEW IT! I knew something went down. Margaret left like the building was on fire.” “It was handled. Damon had it covered.” Jordan went quiet for a second. “…Wait. Damon had it covered? As in Mr. Iceberg in a tux?” “He wasn’t that cold last night.” Jordan whistled. “Okay. I’m adding ‘slow-burn billionaire romance’ to your Wikipedia page.” Sienna rolled her eyes. “Stop.” “Can’t. You’ve already been dubbed the most mysterious woman in the city. Fashion brands are begging for your identity. I had like six people DM me asking if you were really a secretary.”

She pulled out the top sheet of paper and began to read its contents. (To Shasha ... Congratulations! You suddenly became a billionaire, hehe. Are you shocked ?, please calm down, I still have a thousand secrets that will make you even more shocked) Shasha read the first part of the sentence with furrowed brows. Shocked? Is there anything more surprising than being an heir in one night? Getting lots of properties and money deposits that even the zero numbers make her heads dizzy?. (Before knowing the other shocking thing, I hope you pray first, so that your heart is still healthy after you know everything. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and make

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”