Page 25 of The Billionaire's Secret Twins

I stare at my pretty friend.

“You mean, you have to marry this guy, and then your brother gets admitted to Harvard?What the hell?Who does that?”

“Yes, and it’s not just the college admissions.He promised to help my family financially too,” Emilia confesses in a whisper.

“Who is this asshole?”I demand again, uncaring about who might overhear.“I’ll sic Dominic on him.That douche better be prepared because my hubby will rip him a new one.”

“Shhh!He’s just some rich dude,” Emilia says in a soft voice.Then she smiles, a little sadly this time.“But don’t rich guys always get what they want, while the rest of us are left twisting in the wind?At least, that’s what it feels like is happening here.”

“Let me talk to my husband,” I promise.“We’ll figure out something for you.”

But then, the photographer walks up to us.

“Ladies, I’m sorry to interrupt your chat, but we need you to focus more on posing, and less on conversation.I want you to have beautiful wedding photos, Mrs.Masters, so please –focus.”

She goes back to her camera, and across the way, I see my handsome husband wink at me.My heart contracts with happiness because Dominic Masters has made my dreams come true with a lovely home, two beautiful sons, and of course, his gorgeous, sexy self in my bed each night.But I wonder what will happen with Emilia?I hope my friend isn’t forced into marriage to some ruthless billionaire asshole ...but it sounds like her books are already cooked.

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