The Billionaire’s Proposal

g that made me take away my focus were women. Even if none of them could even keep my attention for more than one encounter, even if they were nothing more than a means to an end. And if I was proud

lots of employees led by Midas from the Stock Exchange, which is what they started calling me. Filling my ego, making me always want to get more clients. To have among them the richest and trendiest. Millionaires, famous. The cream of Rio society, and why not say, national. I was concerned about ensuring the greatest profits, about increasingly increasing the wealth of those who one day thought they might have nowhere to go. Having the street as an option. But effort, study and willpower made me go far. In addition. They made me an investor, a businessman. They made me a legend, a reference. Synonymous with reliable, successful investments. Who lives in a penthouse, among Rio's elite. Among people with surnames with centuries of history. And there I am, an orphan. That I don't even have a relative, maybe a family. But it doesn't hurt me, not anymore. And it doesn't seem important to know where I came from, my full account prevents interrogations. What matters is that I keep winning, getting rich. And today I am the one giving the lectures. I am a reference in economics in this country. Well, I'm Lucius Martins. I am the youngest billionaire in Brazil. CHAPTER 02 Seeing Lucius Martins' photographs won't help me at all. It won't help me take it away from me. One look was enough to make all the butterflies flutter in my belly. Butterflies that have always been dormant. And it started with an enchantment for his physical appearance. Dark skinned. Beautiful. With a body that would make any gym rat jealous. Greenish eyes, stubble and a smile so beautiful that it could drive even a nun to perdition. Imagine me. Just 19 years old, inexperienced and always having too many social conventions to follow. The shot was accurate, from the day I saw him at the first social event he attended. Having a lot of money is the condition for being invited to participate in such events and having your beauty is what guarantees a legion of women in your bed. Yes, Lucius is a Greek god of lust. A depraved man, who doesn't hide what he's doing behind closed doors. Social networks are always eager f