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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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SOFIA

It's been five minutes already since Richard was told that I was waiting for him.

"Give her the phone" he had said to Vera.

I had refused, insisting that our discussion had to be on a one and one basis. A face to face interaction. He had instructed Vera to get me whatever I needed, water , coffee or even wine.

It was absurd that he would make such an offer, especially after yesterday. But it confirmed my suspicions, the company really needed a Bogue front page news.

I had turned down the offer of course, even the offer to sit. I paced, not trusting the quiet and solitude, sitting would offer.

I couldn't cry, especially not in front of Vera and I fear if I sit down, or stand at ease, Cole's words might catch up to me or the magnitude of what I'm to do.

So, I paced, letting my mind wander without touching the parts that I didn't want to think about. It was ten minutes before 3pm and Alicia and her daughters most times came back by 4pm.