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  Billionaire Ever After

  Billionaires in Disguise: Rae

  Complete Epilogues Edition

  By: Blair Babylon

  Complete Epilogues Edition

  Includes all 8 Epilogues Originally Published Separately:

  Epilogue I

  Epilogue II

  In Paris (Interval Scene, Ep III)

  Skiing in June (Rae and Wulf Epilogue IV)

  Kidnapped (Rae and Wulf Epilogue V)

  Rae and Wulf: At the Hospital (Interval Scenes, Ep VI)

  Montreux (Rae and Wulf Epilogue VII)

  Keep Dreaming (Rae and Wulf, Epilogue VIII)

  Billionaire Ever After

  Billionaires in Disguise: Rae

  Complete Epilogues Edition

  By: Blair Babylon

  Author: “—And then the reclusive royal billionaire Prince Wulf von Hannover and small-town college student Rae Stone lived happily . . . ever . . . after.”

  Readers: “And then what happened?”

  Author: “But, at the end of Billionaires in Disguise: Rae, Wulf and Rae are engaged, and they’re going to be married the next morning, and if you notice, she’s pregnant. That’s the end of the story.”

  Readers: “And then what happened?”

  Author: “Well, okay, you can kind of see where their story goes in these other short stories and subplots in these other books, so if you just follow me—”

  Readers: “AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?”

  Author: “Um, okay? Here it is all in one book? Are we good now?”

  Readers: “Better.”

  ~~~~~

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Billionaire Ever After

  About This Book and Special Offers

  Table of Contents (Complete Epilogues Edition)

  Introduction

  Epilogue I

  Epilogue II

  In Paris (Interval Scenes)

  Skiing in June (A Rae and Wulf Epilogue)

  Kidnapped (A Rae and Wulf Epilogue)

  Rae and Wulf: At the Hospital (Interval Scenes)

  Montreux (A Rae and Wulf Epilogue)

  Keep Dreaming (Billionaires in Disguise: Georgie and Rock Stars in Disguise: Xan, Epilogue #2)

  More Billionaires and Rock Stars in Disguise

  More Rock Stars and Billionaires from Blair Babylon

  Dear Reader

  Frequently Asked Questions

  Copyright and Notices

  CHAPTER ONE

  Introduction

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  Billionaires in Disguise: Rae.

  If you have read BID: Rae,

  continue.

  So if Billionaires in Disguise: Rae is the “complete” series, why does this book exist?

  Everyone seems to love Rae and Wulf, and ever since I published the omnibus, I keep getting emails like, “AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?”

  I get this question at least once a week, so here’s why the Wulfie/Rae story of Billionaires in Disguise: Rae just keeps going:

  At the end of BID: Rae, Rae and Wulf are engaged and will be married the next morning, and she’s quite pregnant as well. (If you count the days in the book, they have unprotected sex the day before she ovulates, and then she’s at least five days late when Wulf proposes.) So, that’s a lot of a resolution. Honestly, I was planning to end it there. I used to be literary author, before I came to my senses and started writing romance.

  (And I absolutely mean that. I’m not being snarky in the slightest. I love writing romance, and I love the Romancelandia community. Romance readers saved me as I writer. My only regret is that I didn’t start writing romance earlier.)

  Anyway, I used to be a literary author, writing books with great angst and little plot, and nary an emotionally satisfying resolution in sight.

  In fiction theory, when the conflict is over, the book is over.

  At the end of BID: Rae, like I said, Wulf and Rae are engaged, going to be married in the morning, and with a little bit of inference, pregnant. That’s the end. I didn’t want any more conflict for those two poor souls. They’d been through enough.

  Then the emails started.

  Not to mention the FB PMs.

  Even a phone call over Facebook.

  Plus some tweets.

  “AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?”

  Okay, I could see that the readers wanted to observe the wedding and the reveal of the pregnancy.

  And so I continued showing their story in Lizzy’s books (Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy, Falling Hard, etc.), having Lizzy go to their wedding because people wanted to see the wedding.

  The Lizzy books should be the next ones that you read in the greater Blair Babylon universe. They’re an incredible story, dark and suspenseful. They do, indeed, contain Wulf and Rae’s wedding as a major plot point.

  More emails. AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

  So, I wrote some epilogues for some boxed sets where people paid 99c and got a whole bunch of books by a bunch of authors (The LOL Boxes and the Red Hot Boxed Sets), so that was a good deal for everybody. They got an epilogue and a bunch of other books for a cheap price.

  Still more emails. AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

  And so I wrote about Wulf and Rae’s religious wedding and big, fancy reception in the Georgie books.

  I’m sure you can guess what I got in my email after that.

  So, the next series of books after that (after final Killer Valentine book because I’m also getting emails about AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED WITH XAN AND GEORGIE?) is the series about Wulf’s little sister, Flicka.

  But people have lives outside of my books, I suppose, or so I’m told, and they wanted to read all the parts about Wulf and Rae in one, tidy volume.

  And yeah, I could see that. It made sense. I’m going to beg you right here, dear reader, to also read the other books, because there is a ton of story going on around Wulf and Rae as they struggle to be together and safe. There are links at the end to the next books. After that is a list of all my books, linked to the store where you bought this one. If you’re reading in an app, you may have to copy the name of the book and go search for it in the app. Sorry about that, but it’s nigh impossible to link in the apps.

  But please, keep reading.

  Thank you so much for your support for Wulf and Rae. I love them, too.

  ~~Blair Babylon

  Epilogue I

  Georgie: Did I just see you on TV at that freaking royal wedding in Paris?!?!?!? W/ The Dom? WTF?!?!?!?!?

  Rae: U have passport?

  Georgie: Yah.

  Rae: Throw some clothes in overnight bag. Get a cocktail dress or 2 from the DH. NOT SLUTTY. Plane tix will be at Lufthansa counter for 8PM flight tonight.

  Georgie: Have class next week.

  Rae: Will be home Monday morning.

  Georgie: Lizzy is here at dorm. Can’t leave her.

  Rae: Will be tix for her, too. Get her butt on that plane b4 she gets stupid again.

  Georgie: K. Wanna tell us WTF going on?

  Rae: Tell you when you get here. Secret!

  Epilogue II

  Wulf paced.

  The Empire Suite at the George V Hotel in Paris was too cramped for his long legs. He had become accustomed to his house in the Southwest or the corridors of Kensington Palace. Going out on the streets of Paris would inconvenience his security detail because they o
nly had two men in place at night. He didn’t want to wake Dieter or Hans.

  Wulf paced around the yellow roses and the dishes of violets. He paced around the dining table and through the living room area, past the alabaster busts of Napoleon and Josephine perched on columns, and through the entryway. His bare feet padded softly on the thick carpet, mindful of the people who must be sleeping below him.

  That gunshot had been too near. He had placed all the people he loved in one location and then brought the fire down on them. Recriminations chattered in his head in ten languages.

  Wulf paced.

  He had shoved all this turmoil down in himself for the reception and the proposal, even though it simmered.

  Now, his mind blazed with memory.

  Blood on Constantin.

  Blood on Yoshi.

  Blood on Dieter, and his blood staining Flicka’s white dress.

  Blood on Wulf himself.

  When Wulf had returned to the hotel, Dieter’s blood from the bubbling crease had been smeared on his hands and his shirt.

  Wulf had fallen on Rae when his security men had landed on top of him, hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

  His hands shook.

  Wulf paced.

  Brunhilde the cat watched him from her perch atop the back of one of the chairs in the living room. The nocturnal creature seemed to approve of his nighttime wakefulness. He scratched her soft ears as he passed her.

  Friedhelm, who sat in the living room, reading a book on his tablet, glanced at him. “You need anything?”

  “No. I’m quite all right.”

  Friedhelm went back to reading, leaving Wulf to pace past him.

  The Paris sky outside the sprawling windows was navy blue, as dark as it ever was in the City of Light. A pale glow hung over the block of apartments and hotels around them. Farther, against the stars and dark sky, lush green light traced the Eiffel Tower along its skeletal sides.

  Wulf paced.

  He was so absorbed in treading around the room, the blood and gunshots over the years ringing in his mind, in the horror that he had called the fire down again on people whom he loved, that he almost walked past Reagan, leaning against the doorjamb to the bedroom.

  He stopped. “What are you doing up?”

  She raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing up?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  This earned him a look of utter disbelief on her lovely face.

  “Honestly, I’m fine,” he said.

  “Wow. You do that really well. Anyone else would have believed you. Come to bed.”

  “I’ll toss. I’ll keep you awake. You need your sleep.”

  She yawned. “I can’t sleep without you,” and she held out her hand.

  He took her warm, soft little hand.

  Rae led him back into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them.

  Wulf said, “I don’t want to keep you up.”

  She crawled under the covers and patted the bed beside her. “Get on in here.”

  He complied. The sheets slithered over him like a smothering fog. “If I keep you awake, tell me, and I’ll go back to the living room.”

  “Close your eyes.” She wrapped her arms around him. “You’re getting married tomorrow. Sleep.”

  “I shouldn’t have come,” he said, tightening his arms around her lithe body, so warm next to him. “I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

  “Shhhh. You aren’t responsible for the actions of madmen. You aren’t responsible for all that is evil in the world. Close your eyes.”

  “You’re sure that you’re all right. No pain, no bleeding?”

  “My feet feel like hamburger from those shoes your sister made me wear, but that’s it. Sleep.”

  He laid his exhausted head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

  Rae stroked his back and his arm, slowly.

  He whispered, “I love you.”

  Wulf heard her whisper near his ear, “I love you, too.”

  He breathed and rested one hand on her hip, pulling her pelvis closer, feeling her body press against him.

  He would to do anything to protect both of them.

  Rae stroked his back, and the urge to pace faded.

  The blazing fire of Wulf’s mind cooled, died down, and glowed like warm coals.

  Rae’s warm brown eyes and soft smile were the last things Wulf remembered before he slept.

  In Paris

  Interval Scenes

  (Scenes within the Billionaires in Disguise: Lizzy series)

  Epilogue 3

  By: Blair Babylon

  Before The Wedding

  Wulfram von Hannover

  Wulf watched Theophile Valencia pull Lizbeth out of her chair, speak to her quietly, and take her out of the suite. If Wulf were worried about her safety in the slightest, he would have gone after them, but he believed that Lizbeth and Valencia were about to have a full and frank discussion about the state of their relationship, sooner or later. His acid glare had been meant for Wulf.

  Surely Valencia was professional enough to show up at the wedding for which he had been contracted. Wulf felt one of his eyebrows lower.

  Rae laid a hand on his arm, and any inclination to glower faded away.

  She whispered, “Are you all right?”

  “Certainly.”

  “You look like you lost a friend.”

  “Perhaps.” He was thinking about Lizbeth. “I think Lizbeth has gained a suitor, and I may have lost a far more valuable commodity, a competent lawyer.”

  “Oh, stop.” She smacked his arm on the bicep. Goading Reagan was far too amusing for him. He glanced at her sidelong, out of the corners of his eyes, and the expression in Rae’s big, gorgeous brown eyes changed from playful to sultry.

  Across the breakfast table, Georgiana’s dark brown eyes widened at Rae slapping him. She reached up and tugged her own long, brown braid that draped over her shoulder, still staring at him.

  Her stare lanced through him, ripping open his life for casual perusal.

  Reagan must have already told them everything, who he was, what he was, what had happened to him as a child.

  Wulf allowed a small, wry smile at Georgiana, his little friend Georgie, whom he had known for several years now but who knew him for the first time. He inclined his head toward her, an acknowledgment for them both.

  Georgiana glanced away and frayed the end of her braid, as uncomfortable as he had ever seen her, far more disquieted than the few times she had come to him for help. She said, “You never told me that you were Wulf von Hannover.”

  “I couldn’t,” he said as gently as he could.

  “Yeah. I can see that.”

  Yes, they all had secrets, didn’t they? Wulf had populated the Devilhouse with people burying something about themselves because people with their own secrets didn’t pry. He had known who Elizaveta Pajari was as soon as he had seen her name on her application. Georgiana Johnson had taken a little longer, until the background check had revealed her birth name, but he had already offered her a job by that point and would not renege, not when he had seen how hard she was trying to build a new life for herself. He also tended to hire people striving to move past what they kept secret.

  Wulf glanced toward the bedroom. “Rae, may I discuss something with you, privately?”

  “Uh, sure?” She walked ahead of him, and Wulf watched the sway of her hips, still entranced.

  He closed the door behind them and had her in his arms and up against the wall an instant later, kissing her. His lips slid over hers, and he could feel her breath in his mouth.

  “Wulf!’ she whispered against his lips. “Georgie’s out there.”

  Her protestations were more alluring to him than even her body, soft against his. He wanted to splay his hand over her stomach, just to see if he could feel any softness there. His hands flexed against her back instead, pushing her against himself.

  A thump echoed through the walls of the suite, a door
closing.

  “Georgiana went to find her own room,” he said. “So you told them everything?”

  “I didn’t get a chance to. I recited your name, and that it was it. I didn’t have time to get to the rest before Mr. Valencia grabbed Lizzy and yanked her out. Is she okay?”

  “They’re fine.” Georgiana must have placed him by his name, as she was a sharp young woman. Wulf’s mouth found Rae’s smooth neck. “You should dress for the wedding. I thought you might need help.”

  Her hands ran up his back, and his heart beat faster in his chest.

  She said, “The ceremony isn’t for three hours.”

  He smiled, his lips opening to breathe against the pulse in her throat.

  At The Wedding: Lizzy