{"id":262335,"date":"2026-07-13T18:58:36","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:58:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/her-billionaire-ceo-book-9-jewel-allen\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:58:36","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:58:36","slug":"her-billionaire-ceo-book-9-jewel-allen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/her-billionaire-ceo-book-9-jewel-allen\/","title":{"rendered":"Her Billionaire Ceo Book 9 – Jewel Allen"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Alliyah was a fine-boned woman, Samir\u2019s opposite where he was tall and broad-shouldered. But she was no pushover. Samir tried to infiltrate the all-female preparations, and Alliyah chased him off, but not before he cast a longing glance at Reese. \u201cHe\u2019ll have you to himself soon enough,\u201d Alliyah said, making Reese blush. Alliyah\u2019s eyes gleamed. \u201cSamir\u2019s acting silly, so in love with you,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd you\u2019re no better.\u201d She hugged Reese. \u201cAnd I love it.\u201d<\/p>\n

After hours of being made up, Reese wondered how she could possibly withstand the additional hours Alliyah had warned her the wedding festivities could go on for. But Reese didn\u2019t mind too much. It wasn\u2019t every day that one got married in the traditional royal Moroccan way. Dressed in a long-sleeved white gown with gold embellishments, Reese rode in a litter carried by four men in the traditional djellaba, or robe.<\/p>\n

She peeked at Samir through her delicate veil attached to her tiara and flowing down over her arms and torso. He was the most handsome man in the room, with his djellaba embellished as fitting the newly crowned king of Morocco. Reese would be known as Her Royal Highness Princess Lalla Nerissa. In private, Samir could call her Reese in that deep, husky voice. Alliyah had explained that already Samir was breaking protocol by allowing his bride to be seen in public during the celebration and bestowing an official title on his wife.<\/p>\n

Sweet, progressive Samir. Reese got out of the litter and joined Samir on an ornate, cushioned bench that could fit as many as six people. She gave him a shy glance, her heart racing at his nearness. With all the celebrations finally winding down, the realization hit Reese \u2014they were now man and wife.<\/p>\n

Reese still couldn\u2019t believe it. To have progressed from his acquaintance, to friend, to fianc\u00e9e, and now wife, all in forty days, blew her mind. She loved this man who now sat beside her in traditional Moroccan garb. She, too, had been dressed as the brides of old, with a veil over her hair and hundreds of strands of jewelry. Reese recognized presidents of other countries and couples who wore sashes as befit royalty. But her mind was only on one person who was conspicuously absent.<\/p>\n

Where was Quinn? She\u2019d tried to send him a message earlier, but the message had bounced. She felt relieved and worried in equal measure.<\/p>\n

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Cover design: Josephine Blake Interior formatting: Jewel Allen First publication: May 2019 No part of this book may be used, reproduced, or transmitted in any manner without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations for critical articles and reviews. All rights reserved. Join Jewel Allen\u2019s Gems to get new release alerts. To my darling Drew, for watching the moon rise over the Sahara Desert with me Created with Vellum OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Epilogue Love Royal Romance?<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com 1 Morocco, North Africa, midnight Reese Morgan paused at the top of the marble stairs until she was sure everyone was watching before slowly making her way down to the party under the stars. Her heels clicked on the steps as she moved in her fitted blue dress.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d checked and double-checked her appearance in the hall mirror to her satisfaction. Her dress, dark as midnight. Her platinum blonde hair, cut in a bob to her chin, sleek and perfect. Her nails, red as her lips. She acted as if she owned the place, like she came to these international soirees all the time. When in fact, her knees quaked, and she was reduced to being the little pickpocket her brother Quinn had trained her to be when they were younger.<\/p>\n

Over the years, she\u2019d graduated from pickpocketing to more complex con jobs. This is the last job, Quinn had promised. She wanted to believe him. Because the alternative was too hard to bear. If she failed, Quinn\u2019s safety was at stake. Her future was linked to his. Now to find her mark. Sheikh Samir Al-Hana. At thirty, Morocco\u2019s most sought-after billionaire bachelor. The host of this engagement party for Dr. Michael Monroe and his fianc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Her marks were always bachelors. They fell hard for her, she fleeced them for whatever it was that Quinn needed her to fleece, and then she moved on. It shouldn\u2019t be too hard to find the sheikh. He was the host of this billionaire bash. There the doctor and his fianc\u00e9e were, the happy couple, dancing in a circle of friends.<\/p>\n

Michael Monroe towered over his gorgeous blonde fianc\u00e9e. They looked strikingly handsome together. In love. A feeling she had never truly experienced.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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