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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

"Qualifications and recommendations aside, what makes you think you are worthy of being a Wellington staff?" I asked Taylor Ray.

She was a part of the sixth set and her partner didn't do so well on the Wellington questions.

Just as all sets after Prideful Gail. None of them advanced to the second round, it's either they don't get the core values or they fumble in the guiding principles.

Taylor, the brown haired lady in her late thirties, dressed impeccably in a white dress shirt and a dark blue pleated skirt, took time to think about my question, perhaps too long. And I fear that was a strike. I frown upon things like that.

What answer could she possibly be

thinking that would warrant silence for

over five minutes now?

Eventually she spoke just as the last straw of my patience bent to split,

"Sir, the answer to your question is not a matter of what or why, but a matter of who and I believe I'm Worthy of being that 'who' "