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Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price Which High-Profile Atherian Has Something to Hide?
Fairfax Trading collapsed faster than anyone expected. Once the legal filings went public, the markets reacted immediately. The billion‑dollar Atheria port contract was officially awarded to Trade Nexus, and with that loss, Gideon Fairfax’s empire began to unravel. Bankruptcy was no longer a possibility. It was approaching fast.Inside Fairfax Tower, Gideon paced his office, phone pressed tight to his ear, the strain showing despite his effort to contain it.“Natasha,” he snapped. “You have leverage with Vaughn. What are you doing? Sebastian cannot be allowed to walk away from this. Not after what he’s done.”On the other end, Natasha’s voice was steady, almost cool. “I’m aware of the situation, Dad. You’re not the only one affected.”Gideon stopped short. “Affected?” His voice hardened. “This is humiliation. Investors are pulling back. The board is in chaos. He outplayed us, and you sound unmoved.”“I know exactly what this costs,” she replied. “Our name included. But acting without
Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price I Know Exactly Where I Am
Nathaniel scanned the classroom with quiet focus, noting movement and patterns without breaking stride. Jamal stood near the door, unobtrusive but alert. A few teachers noticed, exchanged glances, and moved on, they knew who Nathaniel was, and what came with him.Across the room, Nolan and a small group of boys whispered, openly watching. Nathaniel registered them with a brief narrowing of his eyes. He already had them mapped, leaders, followers, watchers. Potential distractions. Possible problems.Mr. Samson began the lesson. Nathaniel slid into it seamlessly, answering questions with calm precision. Heads turned. Brows lifted. Whispers quieted, replaced by curiosity and irritation. Nolan leaned toward a friend, smirking. “That kid thinks he’s smarter than the rest of us.”Nathaniel noticed and let it pass. He observed, assessed, and waited, letting their arrogance reveal itself.The cafeteria buzzed with noise. Nathaniel paused only briefly, taking it in, then moved toward an open t
Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price First Day, First Shadow
A few days later, the house woke early.Nathaniel was already dressed when Alina opened his door. Shirt tucked, shoes aligned by the bed, backpack waiting. He sat on the edge of the mattress, hands folded, calm, alert.“You didn’t need an alarm,” Alina said softly.“I know,” he replied. “I didn’t want to be late.”She smiled, brushing a hand through his hair. There was something quietly striking in his stillness, intention in every motion.Downstairs, breakfast was unhurried. Charlotte chattered between bites, while Nathaniel ate methodically, listening more than he spoke. Sebastian watched silently, noting everything.Outside, the car waited. Manfred, the driver, held the door open with precise calm. Jamal lingered a few steps back, eyes scanning as Nathaniel slid into the back seat. Jamal settled in the front, alert but unobtrusive. The car glided away, silent against the city streets.The drive was uneventful at first, familiar streets, predictable traffic.Then Jamal noticed the s
Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price The Game Behind Smiles
Celebrations didn’t stop the game, they only forced it to be played in plain sight.Natasha didn’t linger. She never did. After delivering her quiet warning, she slipped back into the room as if nothing had passed between them, laughing lightly with Celeste, accepting a drink, elegance effortless. To anyone watching, she was just another guest: composed, polished, harmless.Sebastian knew better.From the corner of his eye, he tracked Natasha as she approached Arthur and Emilia. Pleasantries were exchanged, smiles carefully measured. Natasha’s hand touched Emilia’s arm, intentional but fleeting. Emilia accepted it with polished warmth, attentive, assessing, open, but never unguarded. Their interaction flowed smoothly, two women fluent in appearances.Arthur, by contrast, offered only restrained courtesy. His nod was polite but distant, his attention already returning to the twins, the party, the moment, anything but her.Gideon remained a step behind, observing. His gaze moved methodi
Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price Birthday Shadows
“Even in celebration, the past has a way of arriving uninvited.”Days after the boardroom battle, home life had settled into a delicate rhythm. Sebastian and Alina focused on the twins, each day punctuated with meals, bedtime stories, and small ordinary moments that kept their world steady. Natasha’s threats lingered, but for now, they remained private, locked between Sebastian and Alina.The weekend of the twins’ birthday arrived, and the house burst into color. Balloons floated near the ceiling, banners stretched across the walls, and laughter rang freely. Nathaniel, crisp in a tiny suit that made him look far older than six, observed the room with composed curiosity, while Charlotte twirled in a sparkling pink dress, her joy practically glowing in the sunlight.Sebastian moved among the decorations in his tailored suit, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he watched the children. Alina, graceful in a flowing pastel maxi dress, adjusted party favors, her calm presence grounding the
Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price Clean Hands, Quiet Knives
Victory rarely announces itself. Sometimes it signs its name and walks away.The boardroom crowned one of Atheria’s tallest towers. Glass walls framed the city below, sunlight flashing off steel and glass, bathing the room in gold.Arthur Vaughn’s voice cut through the quiet. “All submissions have been reviewed and verified. Today, we announce the legally binding winner.”Gideon Fairfax sat back, confidence etched into his smile. He had studied the numbers, tracked the endorsements, weighed every vote. Victory was his... he was certain of it.Arthur reached for the first folder and opened it with deliberate care. A logo filled the top page.Trade Nexus.Neutral. Polished. Unknown.Not Vaughn Enterprises. Not any familiar bidder.Gideon’s smile faltered, subtle but unmistakable. He leaned forward, fingers pressing flat against the table.“I don’t recognize this company,” he said carefully, unease threading his voice.Arthur continued turning pages. Every signature matched. Every seal a
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