PROOF TO RUIN: 10 STEPS TO KILL A BILLIONAIRE
Katherine Hall has spent her life trusting facts over feelings. As a junior analyst at Maris Property Group, she keeps her head down, her work flawless, and her emotions carefully contained. Then Heath enters her orbit—brilliant, controlled, impossible to read, and carrying secrets that seem to shadow every room he walks into.
What begins as an assignment quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
When Katherine is pulled into an investigation involving stolen files, buried family history, and a woman from Heath’s past with blood on her hands, the lines between employer and ally begin to blur. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes Heath has been protecting more than just company secrets.
But trust is a fragile thing when both of them are hiding parts of themselves.
As old betrayals resurface and the danger around them sharpens, Katherine must decide whether to keep clinging to the safety of certainty or risk everything on a man who may be the only person capable of breaking her heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 12HEATHThe second car smelled of leather and gun oil. I slammed the door harder than necessary and barked at the driver, “Warehouse district. Fast.”My knuckles stayed white against the seat. Thorne’s voice kept cutting through my skull: Take good care of her, Moore. He’d said it with that dead smile, the one that promised pain. Five years hadn’t dulled the hatred between us. If anything, time had sharpened it into something lethal.I loosened my tie, trying to breathe. Katherine’s face kept flashing behind my eyes—the flush on her cheeks when we’d almost kissed, the way her fingers had tightened on my shoulder like she was afraid I’d disappear. I should never have brought her tonight. She was supposed to be camouflage. Instead she’d become a target the moment Thorne noticed how I looked at her.My phone buzzed. Vito’s message was short:Package confirmed. Red & Brown is moving. Thorne knows.Ortega’s ghost. The silver-haired messenger wasn’t delivering party favors—he was brokering th
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter 11The cluster of conversation on the far side of the ballroom fractured the moment Thorne Blackwood’s eyes locked with Heath’s. Every head turned. The string quartet faltered for half a beat before recovering, but the notes sounded thinner now, strained against the weight in the air. Conversations died mid-sentence. Guards in dark suits shifted their weight, hands drifting closer to their sides.Heath stopped. Thorne turned. They began walking toward each other through the parting crowd slowly, boots clicking against marble, each footfall a separate countdown. The space between them shrank inch by inch, and with each inch, my throat tightened. Heat radiated off the bodies pressing away from them. I swallowed.Thorne Blackwood moved with controlled power. He was Hispanic. His dark eyes held no warmth, only calculation. On his arm clung a woman who looked like she could draw blood with a smile. She had a thin figure, elegant, with sleek black hair pinned high and crimson lips curved in pe
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Chapter: Chapter 10“Why does he always carry a gun?” I asked, gesturing toward the bodyguard in the front.The limousine pulled away from the curb. The engine purred, swallowing the rumble of my street, the distant wail of a siren, and the drunk shouting three blocks over. I sat rigid in the soft leather, my scarlet dress gripping every curve. My thighs stuck to the seat as the city lights melted past the tinted windows in streaks of amber and white. Heath stared out his side, jaw tight enough to crack, one gloved hand motionless on his knee. Behind the blacked-out partition, the bodyguard drove in complete silence. When the partition lowered for a moment, I caught sight of the gun holstered against his ribs.The minutes stretched. The silence pressed against my ribs, growing thicker and hotter. I could hear myself breathing. He could too.“Why does he always carry a gun?” I asked again.Heath didn’t answer right away. He kept his face turned to the passing streets, the muscle in his jaw ticking. His he
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Chapter: Chapter 9The moment I turned the corner onto my street, my stomach twisted.“Kath-er-ine Hall! Perfect timing!”Mrs. Periwinkle’s voice cut through the evening like a delighted foghorn. She stood on her porch in her usual floral housecoat, one hand clamped possessively around the arm of a tall, good-looking man in his late twenties. He had a set of warm brown eyes, a set of bright teeth, and an easy-going face.Oh no. Not tonight. Please, not tonight.I kept walking toward my own door, legs aching from the endless day, the image of that bodyguard’s gun still burning behind my eyes and Heath’s cold ‘to keep you safe’ still echoing. Every step felt heavier than the last.Mrs. Periwinkle wobbled down her steps with surprising speed for someone of her age. “Don’t you dare pretend you didn’t hear me, young lady!”I stopped, forcing a tired smile. Daniel looked as mortified as I felt. “Auntie, please,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.She ignored him. “This is my nephew Daniel, visiting fr
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Chapter: Chapter 8My phone vibrated before I even opened my eyes.You're late. Get me a black coffee, and if you're not at your desk by nine, your signing bonus gets reviewed for clawback.My eyes snapped open.8:30."Oh, you've got to be kidding me."Move, Katherine. Move.I threw on the first clean blouse I could find, yanked my hair into the same tight bun that still ached from yesterday, and bolted out the door with one heel half on. The bus ride felt like a countdown, then after a minute or so my phone buzzed.I muttered every curse I knew under my breath as I re-read the text on my phone—ones that I’m sure would have made Mrs. Periwinkle faint. The phone buzzed again.Black coffee. Two sugars. Don’t be late.I muttered a few more unflattering things about Heath, made an abrupt stop at a café, grabbed his coffee, and dashed back out. High school was the last time I had to do a marathon race, and trust me, if someone had told me I would be doing it again for my ex, I would have laughed until I topp
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Chapter: Chapter 7The space beside me wasn’t just empty, it was cold.I didn't open my eyes at first. I let my hand sweep across the expanse of the mattress, searching for the heat of him, the rhythm of his breathing, the friction of skin against skin that had settled between us just hours ago. My fingers met only the textured cotton of the duvet.I lay still for a full minute before I moved. Staring at the ceiling. Listening.He's in the kitchen. That was my first thought. He went to get water and he didn't want to wake me. That's what he's like.That's Heath.I pulled on my robe and went downstairs. My slippers made a lonely slap-slap sound against the hallway floor. The kitchen was exactly how I left it last night. Two mugs sat on the drying rack near the kettle. But there, draped over the arm of the sofa, was his coat —my coat, the cedar one.“Heath.”I called his name once. Softly, because I didn't want to sound like I was panicking.“Heath?” Then again, louder.No one answered.Maybe he had an em
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