Mr Money

Mr Money

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#Badassreads He's the guy Bruno Mars thought about when he wrote Billionaire. He is on the cover of magazines, he did smile next to Oprah and he shook hands with the queen. He goes to different cities every week, every day. His name is in shining lights, strung up by billboards. He is Mr Money. \\\ "You're the guy I read about in romance novels." I told him. He looked away from the window and turned to me. "You read that nonsense?" he asked, fully interested. I gave him a nod. "What is the moral point of those books?" "It's the closest I have to a successful love life, Mister Money." He laughed, "I like that name, 'Mister Money'.. amazing." The beep-beep of his black limo indicated that it was time for me to leave. "I'll see you later, Angela." "Goodbye Mister Money," I softly whispered as the elevator doors closed and took me down to the limo. * * * He has a secret, one that can pretty much put her life in danger. As Angela goes on her journey, she unveils a new life with him. ×~× Cover by the one, the only, @igottaniall
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COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

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