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Billion Dollar Vow

Sloane Montgomery is fashion royalty. Bold, glamorous, and untouchable. As the CEO of Montgomery Atelier, she’s spent years proving she’s more than just a name, turning her family’s luxury fashion house into a global empire. She has everything. Power, wealth, and a reputation that keeps men at a distance. The last thing she needs is a husband, especially not one chosen for her in a billion-dollar business deal. Vincent Saint-Clair is a king in his own right. As the ruthless mastermind behind Saint-Clair Holdings, he owns the cities people live in. Luxury hotels, towering skyscrapers and private islands. He’s built his empire with precision and control, never once letting emotions cloud his judgment. Marriage? Just another contract. Love? A weakness he refuses to entertain. When their families arrange the ultimate merger, a marriage that will unite their empires, both are furious. Neither wants to be controlled, neither plans to submit, and neither expects the undeniable attraction that ignites between them. In public, they are the picture of a perfect power couple. In private, their marriage is a battlefield. A game of dominance, passion, and unspoken desire. But as their cold war turns into something more dangerous, the lines between love and hate begin to blur. A scandal threatens to break them. A betrayal shatters their fragile truce. And when the choice between power and love finally comes, only one question remains: Will they destroy each other… or build an empire together?
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I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
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