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Eden raised an eyebrow as he questioned. "It's a long story," mich breathed out. Running his hands through his hair like he didn't want to remember. "When you were young I used to show you bits and clips of myself. even before you finally grew into your wolf at 18. The nightmares of wars, all that happened to me but in different bodies, different centuries. I was supposed to fully show myself to you when you turned 10 years old but that would have meant everyone would know about how special you are. " finally looking at Eden. "So why didn't you?" Eden questioned. " I am a beta to an Original Alpha, I can't go against an order" he replied. "Do you mean to tell me my friend and brother put you

BLS #1 Aaron Samuel He's a billionaire that gets worship by women and hate by men. He never fails to make women crawling to him and he never tried hard to get them. All he did was seduce them with his charms and they will fall instantly to his feet. Rejection is not even in his dictionary. Sophia Celastio

•Haya Qadir is an orphan, she tries to be bold and courageous but she's very faint-hearted. Haya hates the billionaires because she thinks all they do is rub money into others faces. And they care less about others and their emotions. ~ •Maaz Naqvi, The youngest son of Mr Naqvi. Maaz Khan is a billionaire but he is different from the others. Unlike his brother Maaz always tries to make him smile because he's so busy in his work life that he forgot how to smile.

" ​Twisting around, Henri faced his guest. Matthew Smith—corporate raider, self-made millionaire, and currently inquisitive nuisance—was helping himself to a bowl of nuts he’d scavenged from the bar. ​"My assistant," Henri said, swirling the amber whiskey in his glass. ​Matthew had arrived promptly at eleven. The blond, Toronto-born millionaire was never late, and like a predator catching a faint scent, he had cocked his head the moment he spotted Elizabeth nearly in Henri's arms. As she had whispered her goodbye, Henri’s own instincts had flared, signaling that she didn’t truly want to leave. ​But when "The Vagabond of Toronto"—as the press had dubbed Matthew—said he’d deliver, he delivered

"I spent years trying to prove myself to him while my stepbrother gallivanted around because he was the son of a rich man. When I first discovered my father had cheated on my mother and had not just one but two illegitimate children, I was furious. But what would that change?" Silence settled between us for a moment. Elena stared at me with soft, understanding eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "Don't be," I replied, intertwining our fingers. "It made me who I am." She smiled faintly. "I think you turned out pretty well." I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. "You're biased." "Maybe," she admitted, her smile widening. "But I'm not wrong." We finished our dinner slowly, the conversation flowin

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:

Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded. This had to be a prank. A virus. Something. “System?” he whispered, voice shaking. ✅ Installation Complete. Welcome to the Trillionaire System, Ethan Reyes. You are now the designated host of the world’s most advanced wealth-generation A.I. Mission: Become the richest man in your country. Time limit: None. Support: Unlimited. “Wait, what?” Ethan sat upright. Rewarding host with starter package… 💵 $10,000,000.00 deposited to temporary account.

The kind that didn’t need to prove itself. “The debt is forty-two million,” he continued. “Your father’s old partners are circling. The bank gives you thirty days before they start seizing assets. After that, it gets messy. Lawsuits. Foreclosures. You’ll lose everything and still owe more than you can ever pay back.” Cami swallowed. Hearing it out loud made her chest hurt. “You’ve done your homework.” “I always do.” She looked at him harder now. “What do you want? Charity? A thank-you note? Because I don’t have anything left to give.”

And once I did, every single one of them came apart like cheap fabric. One guy had been quietly involved in a corporate espionage scandal over a fifteen-thousand-dollar pen. A pen. Another woman ran a so-called “motivational retreat” that somehow ended with multiple lawsuits about goat therapy. And the last candidate of the day seemed like a normal, respectable man until I found his private blog claiming billionaires live in underwater cities. By the end of it, I was done. I came home, dropped my phone on the table, and decided I wanted something different tonight. Something I could control. Something that didn’t irritate me. That’s when I pulled up Velvet’s page.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."