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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

CHECK OUT THE BILLIONAIRE'S HAUGHTY BABY, which is the story of Ace, and Fays daughter, Dream. Out now! "You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back. "Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them. Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. She falls first, but he falls harder. In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve. THIRD MONTH OF WIN-WIN. PLEASE SUPPORT ME WITH YOUR VOTES, COLLECTIONS, REVIEWS, COMMENTS, AND GIFTS. THANK YOU.

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THE EPIPHANY

The matriarch picked up the painting, and brought it closer to her face.

She inspected it carefully, scanning every inch of it.

Amazing how it wasn't complete, but she could absolutely tell it was Fay. A pretty young Fay.

She was definitely around the age Ace would have met her for the first time.

"How long have you been painting this?" She moved her eyes away from the painting long enough to ask.

"Over ten years. Even longer than that. I could never complete it. It was just a face that haunted my memories, but I never saw it clearly. I thought if I painted my thoughts, it would form a face. But the more I paint, the further I get from my goal," he said, his face contorted in confusion.

"I'm no therapist of any kind, but I think you started to paint this picture after your father died," she said confidently.

"Why would you think that?" He asked, still confused.

"Did I lie though?" She flexed her brow.