Amma Brandon
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Mr. Vance's Secret Fortune
Short stories Caspian Vance is at rock bottom. He just got fired from his dream design job, and his greedy girlfriend, Gemma, dumped him on the spot for a rich bully named Preston. They both mocked him for being broke, leaving him with absolutely nothing.
But Caspian's life changes in a single second. A line of luxury black cars pulls up, and a lawyer reveals a shocking truth: Caspian is actually the only heir to a massive multi-billion-dollar global empire.
There is just one huge catch. To get the money, he must agree to a strict marriage contract with Sylvia Sterling, a beautiful but cold high-society heiress. Even crazier? He has to hide his true wealth from her and the rest of the world for six months.
Now, Caspian is living a double life. To his snobbish new in-laws, his ex-girlfriend, and his rival Preston, he is just a penniless loser who got lucky by marrying a rich girl. They try to humiliate him at every turn. But behind the scenes, Caspian is secretly pulling the strings, buying up companies, and destroying his enemies with a single phone call.
As the months tick down, Sylvia starts to see the brilliant, protective man behind the quiet face. But what will happen when the clock strikes midnight, the contract ends, and his secret fortune is finally revealed to the world?
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