REVENGE AGAINST THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

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entered the farm's storage room, w

I offered him my macc

iew with Nikolai Iv

hed. "He stood me

asted your time and money. Did he ev

nows geograph

h beforehand so you don't w

inking about the wasted expenses. "And I was counting

plan now?"

ted. "I'll figure it out af

erstand once you expl

replied, feeling the w

Nikolai had shown up, I'd be on

u had some good news?" I aske

drews visited yesterday. He

, surprised and thrilled

our farm," I said, sharin

y, the biggest potato processor in the world. They

equipment, we can supply mo

ad. Your hard work pa

t have been able to afford the upgrades without yo

cal about my blogging. I remem

d. "It won't get you anywhere. If you go to the city and work for a media c

es me happy and productive. I find it m

y expenses pouring in every day. It's hard to keep up. The farm needs excellent machines. Wh

n the family. He never told Mom because it would only worry h

the head of the family and the only one earning a living was too mu

he inherited from his parents. The reason it was important for our parents to get us all i

passionate about what I'm doing, and

ps twisted, an

am, and it's only been a year," I reminded him again. "I swear, if nothing wor

l frowning. Oh God, I w

t I could help him with our daily expenses. I had the plumbing and electricity in our hous

h, however, I wondered if th

gs, Elena and Damian, in the kitchen. They were both eighteen,

walked in. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, with messy hair a

ding him the macchiato. He took it ea

ter, watching Elena whip up p

he continued, "I heard about the partnership

e wanted," I agreed. "Dad's

y," Elena said with a wide grin. "Your blogging caree

at interview. It was the key

f other billionaires in New York who'd

o broaden my scope. Why had

I felt hopeful at the idea of interv

tion it to my publisher when I

angrily. "He shouldn't have agreed to an intervie

prised, as she set a plate of

brities, politicians' daughters—any rich and

ing across from Damian. "No w

l over the news with the

He's famous for all the wrong reasons. Can't think of

wned

he same drama as Nikolai. That's why my p

up. "So, you have no choic

nt to deal with him anymore," I admitted, feeling fr

na reassured me. "You'll be fine

s," Damian added with a shrug. "Plenty o

mers Publishing House," I said, shaking my head. "N

o matter what," Elena said, squeezing my arm. "Thing

y publisher asking about my

owed no interest in being interviewed. I suggeste

. They were reconsidering my manuscript because

rious at Ivanov. He had deceived me, making me believe he wanted the interview, only to let me down. He was selfish an

on to be a guest on Good Morning US

an answer

nger overwhelmed me. "Watch out, Nikolai Iv