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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

There was something about the cruel CEO that always arrested the eyes. His bearing was such that in every room he stepped into, he became the center of attraction.

Perhaps it was his smart top notch suits, or the gait in his stride, or that smirk that was annoying as hell, but alluring.

I watched him step out of the elevator, looking every inch the CEO he was in a grey suit fashioned to his fitting. A man followed, carrying a leather briefcase. The man was dark and advanced in age, probably into his late fifties, but his posture and his dressing showed he was still agile. I didn't need to be told that he had to be his driver, but if I'm being honest, I never pictured Richard Wellington as the type who would hire a man within such an age bracket.

He didn't even look at me as he walked past and I didn't blame him, pride has always been one of the thesaurus in defining Richard Wellington.

As courtesy demanded, I greeted the elderly man,