An Heir For The World's Richest Man
His wealth? Infinite. Claiming his baby? Priceless! He may be the richest man on Earth, but self-made Joao Oliviera’s latest deal is personal. To ensure victory, he needs his right-hand woman, Saffron Everhart. But the undeniable tension between them is higher than ever since they finally surrendered to a one-off, emotionally-charged night together. And it’s about to sky-rocket again, because Joao’s just found out that Saffron is pregnant!
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His wealth? Infinite.
Claiming his baby? Priceless!
He may be the richest man on earth, but self-made Joao Oliviera’s latest deal is personal. To ensure victory, he needs his right-hand woman, Saffron Everhart. But the undeniable tension between them is higher than ever since they finally surrendered to a one-off, emotionally charged night together. And it’s about to skyrocket again, because Joao’s just found out that Saffron is pregnant!
Enter into a world of unimaginable luxury...
MAYA BLAKE’s hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance at thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then to make sure it’s not a dream? Yes, she does! Feel free to pinch her, too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08807-7
AN HEIR FOR THE WORLD’S RICHEST MAN
© 2019 Maya Blake
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To Dad.
For passing your love of books to me.
For setting me on my path to my true self.
For making me what I am today. An author.
I miss you. I thank you. Always and for ever.
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Note to Readers
SAFFRON EVERHART STARED at the obscenely large, hideously expensive bouquet of flowers on her desk and her heart dropped into her stomach. This was going to be much more difficult than she’d ever imagined.
Over the years she’d learned to decode the levels of hell associated with the gifts that arrived on her desk on any given day.
Flowers meant prepare not to sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Flowers and a gift certificate to the most exclusive spa in Switzerland meant pack a bag and have someone water your plants because you won’t be going home for a week. The last circle of hell was reserved for flowers and jewellery. These days the sight of precious gems made her shudder. She had three diamond bracelets, a Harry Winston pink diamond necklace with matching earrings, and a diamond and sapphire brooch she absolutely hated the sight of simply because of the blood, sweat and tears they’d wrung from her.
So, in a way, the flowers, as breathtaking and stomach-hollowing as they were, were a blessing simply because they had no accompaniment.
Still...
She set the Waterford crystal vase down at the farthest corner of her desk, curbing the urge to caress the soft petals of the hothouse lilies she knew had come from a florist who catered to a handful of exclusive A-list clientele. Just as she resisted the urge to lean forward and inhale their bewitching midnight-breeze scent, or be bowled over by the knowledge that each of the thirty long stems in the gigantic vase cost over a thousand pounds.
