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Bound by Fortune :A Scandalous Heir Billionaire Romance

Bound by Fortune :A Scandalous Heir Billionaire Romance

To the world, Joe Brian is America's most influential oil billionaire—a single king of a sprawling empire. To Davidson Ekon, he is the mentor who shaped him, the man he wishes to be in every way. But Joe's universe is built on a secret. And when Davidson discovers the truth—that the man he idolizes is gay—it shatters his own carefully constructed life of faith, family, and ambition. Seduced into a life of forbidden passion and the promise of an inheritance he never knew he had, Davidson must decide. He can cling to the respectable life he knows, or become the scandalous heir to a fortune—and a man—he cannot defy. Their tryst will set off a firestorm that may burn to the ground everything they have built. Amidst the rubble, Davidson must decide if being Joe's heir is worth the price of his past, and if their love can survive the scandal that has bound them.
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Chapter: Chapter 240: The Battle Declared
The city wept in a fine, grey mist, as if the sky itself mourned. The magnificent cathedral, a stone and glass monument, was an oasis of silent solemnity in the midst of the raucous metropolis. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and old money. The influential and wealthy of a dozen diverse industries packed the pews, their heads lowered not so much in grief, but in strategy. A king's funeral was always a matter of politics.Davidson stood at the forefront, a lone figure wearing immaculate black. He did not falter. He did not weep. He was a pillar of stone in a sea of swaying, lucent mourning. His pale, set face was a mask. Behind it, his mind was a raw, exposed wound. Each whisper of the sobbing organ, every softened prayer, was a fresh scalpel to the memory of Joe's last, silent breath. The weight of the ring on his finger—Joe's heavy signet ring, cold to the touch—was the only thing in this world that was solid.He had chosen the readings, the music, the pallbearers.
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 239: The King is Dead
The world did not end with a bang, but with a silence so profound it had its own gravity.Davidson woke up to it. Not to the soft, rhythmic hiss of the oxygen concentrator, but to absence. The room was uncommonly still. The morning light, which had always been a soft trespasser, was harsh and exposing. He was curled on his side on the large bed, his hand on Joe's chest, as he had started to do, a human anchor to prove the king still drew breath.But the chest did not move. No rise, no fall. The heart monitor, now the sound track of their lives, was white and quiet. Somewhere in dark, quiet hours, between breaths, Joseph Arthur Brian had simply. left.No fight. No final, shuddering gasp. It was so peaceful a surrender that it felt like a theft.For a suspended, long period of time, Davidson did not move. He simply looked at Joe's profile, drawn and serene against the pillow. He was like one of those marble statues of himself, the pain and exhaustion finally rubbed away, so that there w
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 238: The Final Testament
The decision was not made in the war room, but in the quiet of the sickroom. The attempted assassination had taken away the last illusion of time. Joe was weakening once more, the initial improvement after his resuscitation giving way to a more unrelenting, a more solid fatigue. The court-mandated psychological testing loomed over them, a charade that would rip his mind asunder under the eyes of strangers. They would not have that victory.He summoned Davidson, Clara, and a silent, notarized video technician to the penthouse. The medical equipment was pushed against walls, the lights turned up to a warm, soft gold that muted the whiteness of Joe's skin but could not mask the thread-bony framework of his bones. He rested half-sitting in bed, in a simple, black silk shirt—a king's shroud, or a king's armor. Davidson knelt beside him, his own bandaged arm a reflection of their shared, defiled state."The court wishes to test my mind," Joe said, his voice thin and reedy but vibrating with
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Chapter: Chapter. 237: The Shadow Trial
The air within the secure conference room was cool and still, stripped of even the aroma of dust. There were no windows in this location, hidden away in the legal sector of the Brian Energy tower. The illumination here consisted of sharp, blue-tinted LEDs providing an illuminating light over a massive table filled not with paper, but with tablets and battle-tested laptops. This was no courtroom. This was an operating room, and the patient was Victor Brandt's very existence.Davidson sat at the table's head, his arm held in a sleek, black sling. The graze was a clean cut, but a persistent, throbbing reminder of the shattered glass and the boos of the crowd turning to screams. The "People's Heir" was a figure for the populace. Here, now, he was nothing more than a general. And Clara Jensen was his most deadly ammunition.The trial for the public will wait," Clara began, her tone biting in the empty air. "For the embezzlement, the fraud. That's for the cameras and the jury. What we do to
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 236: The Gun's Echo
The plaza itself was charged with life. It was not the sterile, air-conditioned fervor of the corporate atrium, but something more elemental, more intense. Thousands had gathered, not just Brian Energy employees, but supporters, curious onlookers, and the media, drawn to the magnetic, shocking rise of the "People's Heir." They spilled down the stone stairs, a wave of hopeful, wondering faces.Davidson stood in a simple podium, the city skyline attesting to the empire they were defying. Joe watched from a safe, bulletproof suite in a plaza-front building, too ill to be out there in the crowd, but present. It was their initial public outing, a display of collective defiance. Davidson's deep, powerful voice told a story of survival and tomorrow, of a dynasty built not on sheer history, but on the stubborn need to persevere.He was halfway through a sentence, his arm gesturing toward the future, when the world blew.It wasn't a tremendous sound at first. A sharp crack, as rock crashed int
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 235: The People's Heir
The atrium voice did not dissipate; it diffused outward, a shockwave in the pillars of Brian Energy. Davidson's blunt words were meant for secret ears alone, a desperate effort to steady a capsizing ship. But this was the smartphone era, and there were no secret speeches. A stuttering, vertically-composed video, captioned "EKON TO EMPLOYEES: WE ARE A DYNASTY OF SURVIVAL," was uploaded, forwarded, and viral in an hour.It was covered not by the financial news outlets, but by mainstream media and social networks. The clip was cut, taken out of corporate context, and what was left was a compelling, human narrative: a man, besieged and betrayed, standing before his people and refusing to yield. He wasn't a billionaire at that moment; he was an underdog. And America rooted for an underdog.In Texas fields where Brian Energy had its roots operation, roughnecks and engineers who had watched Davidson's success with a mix of disbelief and derision viewed the video on cell phones while killing
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Hearts at the Helm:A Billionaire's Gamble on Love

Hearts at the Helm:A Billionaire's Gamble on Love

Clarkson Roberts is America's youngest shipping billionaire tycoon, ruling his empire with ruthless efficiency. The world views him as immovable, unstoppable—yet behind the button-down collars and billion-dollar deals lies a man tangled in secrets. Jonah Jones is a brilliant marine architect with intransigent principles and a wall of debt. Assigned to revamp Clarkson's private yacht fleet, Jonah sees trouble ahead with his impossible new boss—but not lust. What begins as a sparring over ship designs and price tags quickly ignites into a dangerous passion. But when corporate scandals, shareholder intimidation, and past treachery are thrown into the mix, Clarkson and Jonah must decide: can their love be strong enough to weather a storm that could consume them both?
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Chapter: Chapter 254. A Surprise Visitor
The rhythm of life on the Aethelstan had settled into a gentle, healing beat. Mornings were coffee and scheming, afternoons walking jagged coastlines or checking over blueprints, evenings in quiet dinner beneath the stars. The world had lost its cacophonous whirl and instead was a far-off hum. They had built a bubble of tranquility, and they guarded it fiercely.Which was why the ringing of the satellite phone in the afternoon had felt like an invasion. It was a sound from another planet, a loud and jarring one.Clarkson answered, his voice cautious. "Yes?"It was Maya, her voice a combination of apology and alarm. "Clark. I have a. situation. A woman. She's down in the village here, at the inn. She claims to be Jonah's sister."Clarkson's reaction was to freeze. He looked across the salon to Jonah, who bent over a diagram, whistling softly. It was unusual for Jonah to speak of his family. A couple of times he had, and it had been done with a pain so raw and old that it had hardened i
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 253. The Renewal of Business
Aethelstan remained their home, but the world would no longer remain at arm's length. Assistance had become a stream evolved into a stream of possibility, and they needed to learn how to navigate with it, not on it. The foundation, under Jonah, was a beautiful, idealistic vessel, but it needed a fleet. It needed a motor. And Clarkson, to his own personal surprise, found he still had the skill to build one.He hadn't meant to. The idea had occurred to him not in a boardroom but on the yacht deck, under a canopy of stars, as he talked with Jonah about the logistical nightmare of sourcing ethical components to build the Aegis."The composites supply chain for sustainable materials is a catastrophe," Jonah had moaned, exasperation creasing his brow. "It's fragmented, expensive, and there isn't quality standardization. It's trying to build a cathedral out of pebbles from a thousand beaches."Clarkson had heard his old reflexes, the ones which saw systems and structures, waking up from thei
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Chapter: Chapter 252. Jonah's New Role
The tempest had spent itself, cleansing the world. The Aethelstan, a ship of flight no longer, had become a command ship. The letters of exhortation, once a calming affirmation, had become a mandate. The days of thoughtful silence were over. The call to work.And Jonah was answering.Clarkson was in the doorway to the salon, a fresh cup of coffee held protectively in his hands. The table no longer formed a messy heap of possible plots. It had been rearranged. Jonah had commandeered a large, rolling whiteboard from a supply closet, and it now sat draped in a complex, color-coded network of responsibilities, deadlines, and objectives. Stacks of paper were now neatly organized in labeled files. There had been an open project management application on the computer, its Gantt charts a hard, beautiful counterpoint to the natural lines of the ship plans.Jonah stood before the whiteboard, dry-erase marker clutched in his fingers. He was not the same bright-eyed, sometimes stuttering architec
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Chapter: Chapter 251. Letters from Supporters
Aethelstan was still their sanctuary, a kingdom of salt-sodden wood and baked decks, but the door to the world beyond had been cautiously, gingerly opened. Maya, their fierce and faithful go-between, had made them a regime. One, secure digital mailbox. No veiled hints, no signals. A repository they could choose to open, or keep closed, when the moment came.Seven days from the dawn break that had felt like freedom, a storm had swept through, keeping them bound up in a lee shore fjord. Rain lashed against the windows, and wind moaned in the rigging. An inside day, for the salon's warmth and the smell of coffee. Cerebral ritual, Clarkson opened the laptop and checked the mailbox.There were thousands of messages. The number itself was a huge, imponderable thing. But Jonah, glancing over his shoulder, waved. "See. Not e-mails only. Scans. Letters."Clarkson opened a folder labeled "Physical Mail - Digitized." The first to fill the screen was not a well-spaced email, but a scan of a noteb
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Chapter: Chapter 250. The Morning Calm
Jonah awoke to a still so dense it was tangible, a quality. It was the cloying, sighing still of the ocean, broken only by the gentle, ticking groan of the Aethelstan as it creaked on the wave, a sound as fundamental as breathing. There was no whine of traffic, no jangle of phone, no wailing sirens and screaming press. There was nothing but the boat, the water, and the man beside him.His place next to him in the spacious berth was empty, the sheets cold. A moment of reflex unease—so heightened by months of crisis—was immediately soothed by the peace of their surroundings. He threw back the heavy duvet, the cabin air cold on his skin, and barefooted left the stateroom.He found Clarkson on the foredeck.He sat on a curled hauser, his back against the sun-baked fiberglass of the cabin, knees up. He was sitting and looking. He was doing nothing. He was not even speaking on a phone, not even checking a chart, drinking coffee. He was sitting and looking.The world was being reborn. The ea
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Chapter: Chapter 249. Harper's Downfall
The sea was their sanctuary, a vast, pulsing creature that gave them a generous distance from the din of the world. They traveled for days in a health-giving bubble of sea and wind, their cares contained within the curve of a hull, the soundness of a weld, the compass of a new existence. The Aethelstan was its own world, and the past a receding beach.But the world, unrelenting and omni-global, eventually dispatched an envoy. It was not a hysterical telephone call or a screaming headline on a monitor. It was a single, encoded message from Maya, its subject line curt: For your eyes only. Do not reply.Clarkson found it one morning while going through the weather satellite feed. He sat at the navigation desk, the pale green light of the radar screen throwing its illumination on his face. He opened the attachment, a PDF document of news articles. Jonah, seeing the shift in mood, walked to stand next to him, a questioning silence in his eyes.Side by side, in the pilothouse's dimly lit co
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
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