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Perhaps never again. He closed the door and fell to the floor, the cold marble sucking the final warmth from his body. Outside, the city glowed, a fortune he was to inherit. But all Davidson Ekon could currently feel was the cataclysmic, utter cost. He had gained the world, and in so doing, he had lost the man he was, and very likely, the man he loved. The war for the throne had begun, and the first casualty was their love.

The water lapped gently against the porcelain as he pulled me closer, and the world outside disappeared for a while — just the sound of water, and hearts that had learned to beat together again. END OF CHAPTER

"Stay with me. We can find a way to play the game. We can win!" "There is no winning a game owned by the house, Rowan," I said. I leaned in and kissed him—a real, warm, human kiss that felt like it belonged to a world without servers. "I'll find you. In the 'Real' real world. I promise." I pressed the silver pen into my temple. ***"The protagonist reached the final page,"*** I wrote with the last of my golden will. ***"And she realized the story was a cage. So, she closed the book."***

“Do you still think of her… even now?” “I never stopped.” He turned away, fire trailing behind his boots like a shadow. “I burn for the world, Kaelith,” he murmured. “But inside… there is only one name left.” Elianna. --- ************ ************ ************ Dear Reader, Before you dive into the pages of this story, I want to take a moment to speak to you — heart to heart. This novel was not just written with ink and imagination… it was written with emotion, with tears, with hope, and with the kind of love that aches quietly in the corners of the soul.

I told myself he just needed time. That this was adjustment, not rejection. That love could grow in the spaces left empty. But deep down, where truth is sharp and quiet, I knew. Elliott Wilde might be mine in name, but not in heart. I listened to the faint clink of ice in his glass, the muted hum of the city beyond the balcony doors. And as sleep finally tugged at me, I held on to the only comfort I had: in the eyes of the world, I had won. The photographs would tell the story I wanted. The headlines would sing of our perfect union. And maybe, just maybe if I believed them long enough, I could make them real.

I pulled her into my arms, kissing her hair, her temple, her lips. Whatever storm waited ahead, I knew one truth that would never change: I would burn the world before I lost her again. The End. ~Author’s Note We have come to the end of this book. Thank you for reading ‘Taming Mr Billionaire’ I love you all! Stay tuned for my incoming books!

She didn't let this discourage her still, she fought through all odds even the very ones from her violent boyfriend till she became a Miss World Winner and a super-successful model. I really drawed encouragement from this novel, I was experiencing a similar ordeal here. Douglas is the very individual that starts the opposition to my mission but I'll not let this deter me. If I can get him into a contract marriage with me, I'll be more than happy. I just want to bear that name as his luna from which I'll be able to have the license to enforce what I'm sent to enforce. "Where are you going?" Douglas asks as I pick my car key from the bed and head towards the door without even paying much atten

Clairmont too, looked like he was deeply thinking about something, so the two of us resumed our walking silently, entertaining our own thoughts. “Do this novel of yours tell anything about that girl?” I snapped out from my pondering. Buffering for a bit, I glanced up to him and shook my head a no. “Surprisingly enough, that girl never exist in the novel.” “Even though she is able to mind-control Carter and told him to walk to a certain direction?” Suddenly he snickered. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think him meeting that group of humans is a coincidence.” Now that he mentioned it…

he said. "Eleven months," she agreed. "And then the world reads it." "And then the world reads it," she said. She pressed her lips to his chest and felt his heartbeat — steady, present, entirely real. Outside the May city went about its business. Inside the tower a book existed that hadn't existed before, and two people lay in the amber quiet knowing it would change things. They were ready for that. Both of them. Completely.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊