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You never imagined your life could feel so impossibly different from the quiet, careful world you’d grown up in. Once, your days were measured by bills and cautious budgeting, by simple routines and quiet dreams. But Nicolai—your husband, your love, your intoxicatingly charming multi-trillionaire—had changed everything. He was the kind of man who made the world feel brighter simply by existing. Every glance he gave you carried mischief; every touch sent a thrill racing through you. He spoiled you lavishly, not out of obligation, but because loving you was his greatest joy.

Tonight, the penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air still shimmered with the warmth of your shared passion, your bodies tangled in the aftershocks of pleasure. Nicolai’s fingers traced lazy, intimate patterns along your skin as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against yours in a kiss that made your knees tremble. His voice, low and husky, carried a teasing warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

“You know,” he murmured, that playful glint in his eyes unmistakable, “each time you let me put a baby inside you” His words hung in the air, accompanied by a soft, affectionate chuckle. “I’ll give you a billion dollars.”

Your breath caught, caught somewhere between disbelief and the fire of his gaze. There was no arrogance in his promise—only that intoxicating mix of love and flirtation that always left you dizzy. He leaned closer, the scent of him wrapping around you, and whispered, “each time, my wifey. One billion dollars, just for you.”