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Billionaires "Just stay by his side until he remembers everything."
"No. I have money, Ylona. I don't need your money," I told her coldly.
"Why are you so hard to get? We need your help because Hercules is finding you! I'm his fiance but he can't remember anything! why does he have to look for you and not me." Frustration filled her face
"That's not my problem anymore. If this is all we're going to talk about, I don't want to. I'm leaving," I told them coldly.
I stood up and walked towards the door. I was about to go out when I was stunned by what he said.
"You don't want? Then just wait, Talitha. Your money will disappear." I clenched my fist because of what he said.
I didn't look at them anymore and walked straight out. I didn't pay attention to the way they looked at me.
this is the last step I will take again. I traveled again towards La Consalancion because I had a lot left to do.
It's been a few days since we talked to Hercules' family. They didn't bother me again and that's a good thing.
I followed him with a smile while he smiled as he waved the toy. Caitlin is not here because she has a job at the resort that I also own.
After we broke up, I left and started my own business.
"You want more?" I asked him smiling. He quickly nodded.
"Lithaaaa!!!" I stopped eating Baby Hero when Leon, my gay friend, came.
"Why, Leon?" I asked him in wonder
"Mrs. Galvez was at the resort. I'm looking for you and have companions, rich people." I felt my heart beat because of what he said.
Rich? Maybe it's not them.
I took Baby Hero from the chair and lifted him up. "Alright, I'm going. Come with me."
Mrs. Galvez is the owner of the land where my resort is located. I just held my breath before I got on Leon's tricycle.
In less than a few minutes we arrived. I see Caitlin who is outside the resort and seems to be waiting for someone.
when he saw me, his face seemed to light up and he quickly approached me.
"Litha, good and here it is. Here are the parents of your ex-husband," he whispered to her.
I bit my lip before I gave him Baby Hero. Take care of him first. I first kissed Hero who was now smiling at me.
"Mrs. Galvez," I called the lady. It quickly stood up and looked at me.
"You're here, Ms. Fernandez. I want to talk to you about the land that you haven't fully paid yet," she said.
I didn't look at them and only at Mrs. Just Galvez. "Can you straight to the point, Mrs. Galvez?"
He sighed first. "I'm selling it to the Guevara couple."
"We have something to talk about, Mrs. Galvez," I said emphatically.
"Business is Business, Ms. Fernandez." got up and left so the three of us were left.
My fist clenched because of the anger I would feel. Heartless!
"What are you doing this to me? You said I don't want to enter your world! Haven't you put me through enough?" I told them without emotion
"Even me, I will never let you into my daughter's world, Talitha. But because my daughter needs you, I will do it for her, even though I hate it."
"I hate it too, Ylona. I hate it because I became your mother-in-law," I told her without emotion.
he quickly looked at me and glared at me. "You hate me but you're here in front of me now and you're forcing your son to care for me?"
"Because he needs you, Talitha! I'll pay doub—"
I was startled by a small hand resting on my thigh. I looked down and a smiling child was looking at me while he was presenting something.
"M-Mom!"
"Hero..." Tears Of Betrayal
Billionaires "Where did that go?" I asked myself again.
We're not friends but we're pretty close to each other, and I know he rarely goes out or leaves his office.
"Maybe it's just there." I answered myself again and then searched.
The whole library is spacious because this school is also large. Some students here are sons and daughters of business tycoons and politics so it's not surprising.
I've almost gone around all the bookshelves with their backs to each other but I still don't have mika, so does Arries, it's amazing, especially since I feel different.
Girls instinct matches.
in the back I could not go so I went there when I heard someone talking, as if whispering.
I know Mika and Arries, because I haven't seen anyone else yet and go home, especially since Mika is the only librarian here and I also saw Arries enter here.
I was about to turn around to prove that they were when I heard a growl.
"Ahh Arries maybe someone will see us here." The woman growled at Arries.
My chest throbbed with excitement,
"No! This cant be!" My brain objected.
Arries was inside and if I'm not mistaken Mika was the woman who moaned earlier.
my tears are already dripping, I can't accept, but my mind is trying to focus that it's not them, that other Aries and Mika are inside, but who did I fool?
There are no other names for those two here who are our co-teachers, if there is a student it is very impossible.
"Ohh shit! I really love you Mika." The man growled.
There I stopped sobbing when Aries proved that my boyfriend was doing nonsense right inside the library, he was still the principal but he acted like a pig. I still accept that he hangs out outside but what he does right here inside the school is too much.
To hurt myself even more and prove to myself that my boyfriend and my co-staff are doing the miracle, I peeked,
I saw that Mika's uniform was almost open as well as Arries who was in a hurry to get down and remove the belt and open the zipper of the dress.
I tried not to make any noise, during the time that Arries and I were together I didn't even notice anything strange about him, he was as tender as the first time we were so it was hard to accept for me.
We've been together for four years but I think that's not enough when it comes to talking about the flesh.
the entire staff as well as the students knew the relationship between the two of us, others were expecting the wedding we were going to but it wasn't.
that's why he hasn't processed yet, he already has someone else, I didn't pay attention to that before because maybe he just had a plan but this is the answer.
anger took the place of the love I felt here, so I hurriedly took my cell phone to take a picture of them just in case I could use him. To the two of them.
It's bad if it's bad but I'm just hurt too.
it's a good thing they were so greedy for each other that they didn't even notice my presence, but that's good too. Slowly I took the steps towards the exit door and when I thought I was far away from them I slowly ran out. I don't care if it creates a sound, even if they chase me they won't see me anymore.
They are also far from the door so I have a strong feeling that they will not be able to chase me.
the gate show is still shedding my tears, it's a good thing the sandal I used is only 2 inches high so it's not hard for me to run.
Fortunately, there were no students, staffs, only the guard was there but I didn't pay attention when I heard him greet me.
I just wanted to leave, get stuck in that place.
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I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." 
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