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Enemies to Allies
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2026-10-27 16:20:32
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Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen The Stock Attack
Emilia's POV,By morning, the staircase on Thomas's chart had become a wall."Eleven percent of daily volume," he said, setting the figures down on the glass table. "Forty brokers. All small lots.""Market manipulation," Brody said, rubbing his jaw. "Someone's trying to unsettle the board and push the stock price in one direction or the other."I'd been awake for thirty hours, surviving on cold coffee, but something about the pattern didn't sit right with me.Manipulators wanted attention. They bought in large blocks, sold just as loudly, and made sure everyone knew something was happening.This buyer was doing the opposite."If they wanted to move the price, they would've done it by now." I pulled the sheet closer and studied the figures again. "The price has barely moved. They're not trying to influence the market, Brody. They're building a position."He glanced at me. "For what?""Votes."The room fell silent. Brody's eyes met mine."Ten percent," he said. "Under the bylaws, any sh
Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen The Financial Signature
Brody's POV,I locked down Callahan Global at 1:15 a.m. I didn't wait for morning or call an emergency board meeting. I handled it by phone."Every transfer over fifty thousand needs two signatures from two different floors," I told Thomas. "Treasury access is suspended unless it goes through me. Anyone who touched a K-memo payment in the last ten years gets flagged. Nobody gets fired yet. Flagged.""That's four hundred names, sir.""Then start at the top."By dawn, the forty-first floor had turned into a war room.Emilia sat at the long glass table in yesterday's blouse, three screens glowing in front of her. Serena sat across from her, watched by two guards. Her hair was still damp from the shower, and she'd been given a borrowed sweater that hung loosely around her frame.They weren't talking to each other unless the work required it. Still, they were working side by side, comparing records and following the same trail.An hour earlier, I wouldn't have believed either of them could
Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen Enemies to Allies
Emilia's POV,"Not the stairs!" Serena hissed, grabbing my sleeve and yanking me back. "They'll cut us off. This way."She shoved a bookshelf, and it swung inward on a hinge, revealing a narrow, pitch-black corridor packed with paper stock and drums of glue.I stared at her. "You have got to be kidding me.""I walked every exit two weeks ago," she whispered. "Just in case."A BANG shook the reading room behind us. Wood splintered.I didn't look back. I ran.My coat caught on the corner of a shelf and ripped halfway off my shoulder. I yanked myself free without stopping, leaving it hanging there with the tracker still sewn into the collar. Behind me, Serena pulled the bookshelf shut just as another crash echoed through the room.We stumbled down a steep, narrow stairwell, feeling our way through the dark. Serena's breathing came in short, ragged gasps. Mine was worse. Above us, boots pounded across the floorboards, followed by the scrape of furniture being shoved aside."She's not up h
Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen The Woman Who Wants Out
Emilia's POV,"You have one hour," Brody had said. "Thomas will stay two blocks away. We'll put a tracker in your coat, and if you're not out by three, I'm coming in.""She specifically asked me to come alone.""And I'm specifically telling you I'm not letting you walk into a trap without a backup plan.""Brody...""I'm not asking you to be stupid, Emilia."I'd stared at him for a long moment, trying to decide whether I was more annoyed by his tone or by the fact that I understood exactly why he was doing this.In the end, I took the coat from him and found my sewing kit.I stitched the tracker into the collar myself.××××The address led me to a bookbinder's shop on a dead-end street. It was closed for the weekend, the front windows dark and the sign on the door turned to CLOSED. Upstairs, I found a narrow reading room behind an unlocked door. It smelled of old paper and binding glue. A single lamp lit two chairs, and a window at the far end overlooked an alley.Serena was sitting in
Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen Serena Vanishes
Brody's POV,Serena Vance had never been the sort of person who could walk into a room without making sure everyone noticed her.That was what bothered me.By nine that morning, Thomas had gone through every detail of her apartment. Her bed was made, her closet was full, and her passport was still in the drawer of her nightstand. Her car hadn't moved from the garage, and the keys were sitting in the cup holder. The last signal from her phone had come from a tower two blocks away at 12:20 a.m. After that, nothing."No flights, no train tickets, no rental cars," Thomas said, scrolling through his phone. "We haven't found any card transactions either. It's like she vanished into thin air.""She didn't run from us."He looked up. "You think someone took her?""I think she knew she was in trouble." I studied the photograph of her open nightstand drawer. "If she were running from the police, she'd have taken her passport. She left it behind, along with her car. Whatever happened, she wasn't
Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen His Hunger For Me
Emilia’s POV,Brody unclasped my bra and that went too, and his eyes dropped and he exhaled slowly. "I mean it. You're genuinely—" He shook his head. "I've been very professionally restrained.""Have you.""Incredibly so. Under enormous personal duress."I laughed despite myself and he smiled, but his hands were already moving, cupping my breasts with warm certain palms, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and the laugh died somewhere in my throat."These especially," he said, his voice lower now. "I'm going to need a significant amount of time here.""Brody–""Mm." His mouth replaced his hands.He took his time with my breasts the way he'd promised;his tongue circling, his lips pulling, his teeth grazing just enough to make me grab his hair and hold on. Every time I made a sound he filed it away and came back to the thing that produced it, methodical and devastating, until I was breathless and my fingers were twisted in his hair and I'd entirely lost track of whatever I'd been meani
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