The Ghost Protocol

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• Masked By Millions    The Devil’s Ledger

  ⸻The safe was buried behind a false wall in Zara’s father’s old study. It had been untouched since the day he was taken.Zara stood before it in silence, Alec beside her. Her hand hovered over the keypad.“You don’t have to open it yet,” he said.“Yes, I do,” she replied. “Because this is what she’s afraid of. Whatever’s in here—it’s the leash around Juliette’s neck.”“And maybe mine,” Alec added quietly.Zara turned to him.He didn’t flinch.She keyed in the six-digit code her father always used: 031405—her mother’s birthday.The lock clicked.The door opened.And the truth came pouring out.⸻Files. Dozens of them. Labeled. Indexed. Dated.Zara picked one at random—labeled “Cassandra Global / Launder Route - Paris to NY”.She flipped it open.Money trails. Shell companies. Offshore accounts linked to Juliette, her fashion empire, and several luxury brands that had mysteriously collapsed under acquisition.And there—at the bottom of one page—was the signature:A. Blackwell.Zara’s h

• Masked By Millions    Billionaire Bombshell

  ⸻They said no one could surprise the internet anymore.Alec Blackwell just proved them all wrong.He did it with one photo.Zara posted it first.A casual shot: Alec in her workshop, sleeves rolled up, arms wrapped around her waist from behind while she adjusted fabric on a mannequin. The caption read:“Built this with a man who didn’t need to prove his wealth. Just his love.”Then came the tag:@AlecBlackwellOfficial. Verified.The internet exploded.⸻By noon, #AlecBlackwell trended globally.By nightfall, Zara’s name joined it.News anchors stuttered through reports. “Billionaire heir Alec Blackwell has been living in disguise for nearly a year under a false identity, reportedly working low-wage jobs while secretly maintaining control of Blackwell Industries and two global law firms…”Zara’s boutique got twenty million views in twenty-four hours.Alec’s face was plastered across every magazine cover from Forbes to Vogue Noir.And the wolves began to circle.⸻Zara expected chaos.

• Masked By Millions    Laced With Lies

  Zara Milli Lane didn’t sleep that night. Not a wink.She sat on the windowsill of Alec’s penthouse, watching the city like it might explode at any moment—because in her gut, it already had.Marissa Duvall had cornered her. Threatened her. Offered to “fix” what she helped break. And Zara hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no either.She just needed time.Zara had survived too many betrayals to fall without a plan. And if Marissa wanted a game, she was about to get a blood-soaked, back-alley, empire-toppling war.At dawn, Alec found her still awake, barefoot in his button-down, eyes fierce.“What happened?” he asked instantly.Zara met his gaze. “We have a leak.”⸻Alec listened as she told him everything—Marissa’s offer, the blackmail, the threats about her father.His jaw locked so hard it cracked.“She won’t touch LANEMODE,” he growled. “She won’t touch you.”Zara didn’t flinch. “She already has. The board’s rattled. My contracts are frozen. And now she’s coming for my father.”Ale

• Masked By Millions    Velvet Daggers

  Zara Milli Lane never thought she’d walk into a gala as the woman who almost died twice in one week and came out with a fashion empire on fire.But here she was—strutting in a custom black velvet gown, slit to the thigh, bare back, neck dripping with diamonds—and a name cleared of every stain Juliette had tried to paint her with.Alec trailed a few steps behind, watching her like a man who knew he’d already lost the battle of pretending not to worship her.“Smile, billionaire,” she whispered out the corner of her mouth. “You look like you’re one threat away from detonating this ballroom.”Alec leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Only if someone touches what’s mine.”Her skin flamed. “You’re territorial tonight.”“I’m always territorial.”It wasn’t a party. It was a statement: Zara Lane was back. And Juliette was locked in a padded room somewhere under federal protection. But snakes didn’t stay buried for long—and Alec knew better than to believe it was over.Especially when her fat

• Masked By Millions    Chaos

  The air in Alec’s penthouse crackled with tension.Zara stood near the glass balcony, the skyline casting sharp shadows across her cheekbones. She wore a high-slit black dress from her new collection—an accidental stroke of elegance and war paint in one. The fabric clung to her curves, but her eyes were sharper than any knife.“You’re telling me Juliette’s not just back—she’s hunting me?” Zara asked, her voice low and furious.Alec’s jaw flexed. “She’s not just back. She’s been planning this for years.”Zara didn’t blink. “Because of you?”He nodded once. “And now because of you.”The words hung there—both a warning and an apology.Zara crossed her arms. “She wants your money, Alec. What does she want from me?”Alec stepped forward, brushing a loose curl behind her ear. “Control. Destruction. She doesn’t see people, Zara. She sees pawns.”Zara let out a bitter laugh. “And what was I to you when we first met?”His fingers froze mid-air. “Something I didn’t expect. Something I couldn’t

• Masked By Millions    Legacy Of Ashes

  Alec’s phone felt like it was burning a hole in his suit pocket. Seven missed calls from Kane. Fifteen from his private line. No messages beyond the initial threat—“The double is buried tonight unless you surrender her.” Now, dark clouds scudded across the sky above the runway where Zara’s latest survivors’ showcase had just wrapped.Zara stood amidst the chaos of models and crew, tears catching in the glitter of spotlight. She’d just sent her army of women down that runway—each one a warrior flaunting scars and strength. And she’d meant that to be her ultimate answer to Juliette’s games. To Vivienne’s sabotage. To Damien’s blackmail. A declaration that no threat could break her.But then the message had come.Alec wasn’t dead. But someone who looked like him—someone surgically molded to every scar, every hair, every mole—had been captured, tortured, and left to bleed in his name. And the real Alec was frantic, scrabbling through contacts, hacks, safehouses, trying to find the imposto