Reign of a BillionaireBillionaire King Series
Eva Winners
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Contents
Reign of a Billionaire Playlist
Billionaire King Collection
Note
Prologue
1. Kingston
2. Liana
3. Kingston
4. Liana
5. Liana
6. Kingston
7. Kingston, 10 Years Old
8. Kingston, 10 Years Old
9. Kingston, 11 Years Old
10. Kingston, 12 Years Old
11. Liana, Present
12. Kingston
13. Liana
14. Liana
15. Liana
16. Kingston
17. Liana
18. Kingston
19. Liana
20. Kingston
21. Liana
22. Kingston
23. Liana
24. Liana
25. Liana
26. Kingston
27. Liana
28. Liana, 18 Years Old
29. Liana, Present
30. Kingston
31. Liana
32. Liana
33. Kingston
34. Liana
35. Kingston
36. Liana
37. Kingston
38. Liana
39. Kingston
40. Liana
41. Kingston
42. Liana
43. Liana
44. Kingston
45. Liana
46. Kingston
47. Liana
48. Kingston
49. Liana
50. Liana
51. Kingston
52. Liana
53. Louisa, 18 Years Old
54. Louisa, Present
55. Kingston
56. Louisa
57. Kingston
58. Louisa
59. Kingston
60. Louisa
61. Kingston
62. Louisa
63. Louisa
64. Louisa
65. Kingston
Epilogue-1
Epilogue-2
Acknowledgments
What’s Next?
About the Author
Leave your feminism at the door for Kingston Ashford.
Just kidding. 🤪 This FMC will make you proud.
Reign of a Billionaire Playlist
Billionaire King Collection
The series covers each Ashford brother separately. While each book in the series can be read as a standalone, events and references to the other books are present in each one of these. So, for best enjoyment, consider giving each Ashford brother a chance. 😀
Enjoy!
Eva Winners
Note
Timeline for Kingston’s book isn’t in line with Winston’s book. In fact, it occurs months later and it catches up to the last book in the Stolen Empire trilogy.
Blurb
Kingston Ashford.
An enigma.
The Ghost.
His skills are unparalleled. His motives clear. His lethality unquestionable. His only purpose is to obliterate the kingdom that had stolen more than his innocence from him.
Until he crosses paths with a ghost from his past and he’s drawn into the woman’s web.
Liana Volkov.
An ice princess with murderous plans.
The unstable killer with the face of an angel.
Something big is happening in the belly of the underworld. Realities are shattered. A deadly game is played, tearing apart the kingdom from within the beast. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
The line between enemies and allies is blurred. Mysteries unravel. Histories clash. Desires consume. Nothing is as it seems.
A new reign is born.
PrologueKingston
Eight Years Ago
We moved through the moonless night like two spirits in the shadows.
I knew by heart every corner patrolled by the guards on the outskirts of the property. Our boots crunched the fresh snow, and I regretted there wasn’t another storm coming to erase our tracks. Goddamned Siberia.
“Mother has security extra tight.” The tremor in Louisa’s voice mirrored the trembling of her cold, slim fingers in the palm of my hand. “Ivan is making a deal with the Tijuana cartel, so she’s extra paranoid.”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist and steadying her before she could step into the spotlight circling the grounds.
“They won’t get to you,” I promised naively. “You’re eighteen. Nobody has the right to hold you back.”
“And you’re twenty-four, Kingston. She’s holding you captive,” she pointed out. I didn’t tell her that once I turned eighteen, she was the only thing keeping me here. I would have run, willing to die trying, but not without her. Not by leaving her behind and vulnerable to Sofia and Ivan’s men.
The December air howled with bitterness, pulling us into its frigid embrace. It whipped at Lou’s soft cheeks until they were raw, but she hadn’t complained once. She was just as determined as I was.
I just wasn’t as sure about her twin. She was nowhere to be found, and we were out of time. The alarms that surrounded the property would be down for precisely fifty seconds. If we weren’t off the property by then, we’d miss our window.
I whispered, “Get down,” and Lou crouched, making herself smaller—if that were even possible. We slinked into the shadow of the guardhouse just as two men turned and headed in our direction. We knew it was empty; every guard was out patrolling the grounds.
“Where’s Lia?” she whispered, more to herself than me. “It’s unlike her to be late.”
“Maybe she changed her mind.” Her breathing stilled, the fog around her mouth evaporating.
“No.” There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in her voice. “No, no, no.”
Liana—or Lia, as her twin called her—was identical to Lou in looks, but the two couldn’t be more different in personality. Louisa was a peacemaker; her twin was a fighter. Lou wanted world peace; Lia wanted to stir it into chaos. One hated the cold; the other thrived in it. In fact, if I had to guess, I’d say she got caught up in covering her tracks, unbothered by how deadly the conditions could turn.
“No, she wouldn’t,” she repeated again, her voice barely above a whisper. Time was running out, and we both knew it. We were moments away from getting the chance to bolt out of here and never look back. “Kingston,” she breathed, gazing up at me through terrified hazel eyes. “What if they got to her?”
Her distress always stirred emotions in my chest. We needed to leave, but I kept the impatience out of my tone.
“If they did, we’ll come back for her,” I promised. Hesitation flickered in her eyes. “Do you trust me?” She nodded without delay, and my chest warmed. “Then trust me when I say this: they’ll wish they never took her if we have to show up armed to the nines to get her back.”