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A Wife for the Billionaire

-WARNING - ADULT AND MATURED SCENES WERE DEPICTED IN THIS BOOK In the game of love, these two players don't intend to win. *Dual POV:* *Richard Wellington's Story* Born with a weak heart, billionaire Richard Wellington has always shielded himself from love, fearing the risk of heartbreak. But when his parents insist he chooses a wife from a selection of 15 high-society candidates, Richard must confront his deepest fears. *Sofia Blake (Reed)'s Story* Fashion enthusiast Sofia Blake has been burned by love and believes it's a fool's game. Desperate to escape her cruel stepmother and evil stepsisters, Sofia accepts a job as Richard's personal assistant and judge for his wife search. But as she navigates the treacherous waters of high society, Sofia finds herself drawn to the one man she's supposed to resist. As Richard and Sofia work together, their initial disdain for each other slowly gives way to a forbidden attraction. But with their past heartaches and fears threatening to tear them apart, can they find a way to heal and open their hearts to each other? Will the Wellington Empire's legacy be secured, or will Richard and Sofia's love be the downfall of everything they hold dear?" What happens when these two individuals who hate each other and are unreceptive to love, starts growing feelings for each other?

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RICHARD

After Cole, interviewing the others felt bland. Most especially as they failed to attain or even amount half of what he said and did.

The set before me was the ninth set, Helen Callaway and Aubrey Kent. They both got four questions right and one wrong. And I confess to being a tad eager to be done with them.

One more person before the climax.

"Vera," I called as she made to go call the next and final set.

"Just call whoever is remaining and save Sofia Blake for last"

She opened her mouth to say something and against her better judgment, she decided against it as she scrambled away.

Twenty seconds later, I watched Jenny Foil enter the room.

She was beautiful, I realized, with dark straight hair that cascaded her back like an obsidian waterfall, azure eyes that glinted in the sun, lips smeared in irresistible red, a perfectly carved face and a body like that of a model.