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she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

‘’This is my sister, Elena, and her boyfriend, Owen. Christian’s gaze never left mine as he nodded at Ariana and stretched his hand forward for me to take. ‘’it is a pleasure to meet you, Elena.’’ Realization dawned on me as I shook his hand, remembering where I had heard his last name. He was Christian Royal, the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, and it was no wonder he seemed familiar when I had met him in the elevator. He gave me a handkerchief with his last name on it.

Why? Just why? I am still bathing in disbelief. I am still banging my head trying to digest the authenticity of what Mr. Mazur suggested. He must be joking, or forgive my negativity, but I know just how these rich tycoons work. They don’t just wake up and do things without a plan. And everything is a deal for them. And there are no deals without gain. So this man might be in a fix somewhere and my child happens to be the bid for him to get out of whatever shit he is in. I mean, look, they used their own son to get their empire on its feet. So, just who are me and my child? He can sell us to the devil, for all I know.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

he said. I turned my head. “Sorry?” “After everything.” His voice was completely calm. “I want land somewhere. Something to grow. Somewhere that doesn’t require a security team or a press statement.” I stared at the fairy lights trying to work out if he was serious. “You,” I said slowly. “Tristan Rothschild. Want to farm?” “Yes.” “Billionaire. Four billion dollar company. Youngest pharmaceutical titan in America.” I paused to make it resonate. “Farm.”

I couldn't hold my laughter when I caught him in those scenes. Then I saw it. A pair of black YSL heels. Salome. She would have gasped dramatically and claimed it like her destiny. I bought two pairs. Some people forget who they were when money shows up. But I refuse to. I can't forget Salome, never. By the time we reached the counter, the pile was… excessive. Fred handed over the black card. It swiped. Approved. I tilted my head. “May I see the balance?” The manager hesitated before turning the screen. The balance read over one million dollars.

It wasn't the Thornton family I owed; it was Elliot. When I was ten, I was a starving orphan digging through trash heaps and fighting stray dogs for scraps. He was the one who pulled me out of the cold and filth, brought me into the organization, and gave me the skills to survive. Without him, I probably would've died in some forgotten corner long ago. It was a debt I had to repay. "Alright." I nodded, my voice clear and steady. "Three days. Once the deal is done, the Thornton family and I will be even."

I wanted to start from the ground up. I even asked my uncle to help me find a potion to mask my scent. I refused to rely on my bloodline. I wanted to earn every step. I rubbed my wrist slowly, my gaze locked on Emily. No matter how hard she tried to wear the dignity of someone born above others, the truth of her scent could not be erased. It clung to her bones. I spoke coldly, without raising my voice. "An Omega dares to lecture us about rank and worth?"