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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

I watched her turn, her eyes pleading. She was truly desperate. All she spoke of, must really be hinged on this job.

But I have gotten my clerk, Cole Trail. She may have been more qualified in fashion than Cole, but he was better suited for the job and was qualified in the specified areas.

Her feet dragged to the exit as if she was expecting a call back. Her lips were moving, as if she had gone hysterical.

"Had I really dealt with her to the point of madness?" I asked myself.

I had wanted to deal with her, to break her. To make her regret and envelope her with shame, but it felt like this was too much.

Her sullenness as she made her way to the exit felt like a chisel chipping at my stone heart.

"No" I affirmed to myself, "I don't feel pity for anyone, and definitely not for her"