In Love with a Billionaire

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t. This notebook belonged to her grandfather, a man whose voice still echoed in her memory, rough but strangely reassuring. She wondered no

g back, written in a firm hand, almost etched into the paper. A strange symbol adorned the inside cover: a black crescent moo

a sharp voice: "So what? I'm just a pup

ndation. It's... a network. A power beyond what you can imagine. Our family has always ha

a deal, isn't it? You sold our name,

ding today. Your grandfather made a choice. He knew that without this alliance, our name would be erased

laugh. "Preserve what? I didn't ask for any of t

gaze heavy. "Irina, you have no

er like a condemnation. She slammed the

icked me, and now you expect me to play the role of the obedient daughter. B

ear. He half-listened to the voice on the other end of the line, his mind

l, arms crossed, watching the billionaire pace b

re they forcing yo

ink I'm going to obey, that I'm going to bow to their damn

? Irina, right? What is she supposed

ping she would appease my anger. But you know what? This marriage will never be what they w

. Sometimes those we underes

A girl who has probably never faced the real w

Xander better than anyone, and he knew that this man, des

ation that would allow her to understand why it had been deemed appropriate to sacrifice her on the altar of family ambition

His eyes rested on a sentence written in capital letters: "THE

hadn't cho

as to take place, she was not going to just suffer. She was goi

behind his desk, took out a pen and scribbled

to confront this charade, I m

osity in his eyes. "Do you thi

She's not the one that interests me. T

en added quietly, "But if she tries to get in my wa