Ruin The Billionaire

Lilly's POVOne of the best moments of a journalist's life is their big break, when our names finally get known by the whole world. Every young journalist is always seeking to write a breaking story that will blow up and catch everyone's attention. When that happens, your career is cemented. All that's left is to live up to the name. I had written a number of stories on the rich but they had never trended or caught a lot of attention. That's why I was the happiest woman in the world when my story on Jake Rylland blew up.The day had started normally, me being late at work and starting off with my new article immediately. It was an hour later, when my editor came screaming to my office and told me that everyone was talking about my article. The physical copy of the paper had been brought, and the e-copy was doing exceptionally well because everyone was talking about my story on Jake Rylland.I opened a browser and all the newest articles popping up were about my article. Leah even sai

Jake."There's a new article about you by Lilith Hellman," my sister said.Furious, I crushed the water bottle in my hands and reached out for that day's papers. I went through the pile until I found The Daily Paper whose headlining story was about me threatening Lilith Hellman. "Will call you later," I told Carrie before hanging up. Quickly, I skimmed the summary and then turned the page to the second one which had the full story. I sighed in relief when I finished and there was no mention of kidnapping. The girl had some sense, it seemed. However, she was still taking too many liberties as if she had no idea I could ruin her life with a snap of my finger. The door opened and Jenny entered. "The staff meeting is about to start, Mr. Rylland. "The meeting was short and precise, just the way I liked them. As soon as it was over, I walked out of the room, immediately turning my thoughts from work stuff and returning into social mode. Lilith was something I needed to get rid of, bef

“You think that was great?” I asked Johnny before hitting the ball with my golf club. It went right into the hole and I laughed. “Now, that’s what we call great.”Johnny sighed. “It’s been a while since I last played. You know what, I’m tired. Let’s go sit over there.”He pointed to a group of umbrella trees that had created a great and secluded shaded spot. “You boys are lazy.” Mr. Ark, an older friend of ours said while rubbing his bald head. He owned a small bank in George but lived in New York with his children. Golf was one of his favourite hobbies. It was a miracle to come to the golf course and not find it. “What will happen when you’re my age?”“Look, James is here,” Johnny said. James Hacker was heading our way wearing a blue polo shirt, white cap and white pants. Johnny stepped down from the cart and I followed suit “You can play with him.”“I don’t want to talk to him,” I said, and practically dragged Johnny out of there. James was quite a gossip and I knew he was going to

Ian and I met at The Alternative Ritz, a bar on the outskirts of the city with a daily live band. I was wearing a hot red figure hugging dress and red heels. My hair was styled, and fell in waves on the sides of my shoulders. That was all thanks to Leah who lectured me on putting effort to my appearance for dates. If it was up tom, I would just wear a clean shirt and jeans plus sneakers. Maybe that was I was still single. I literally didn’t try to look sensual or romantic. Only one guy in the office had expressed interest in dating me but then again, there was only a handful of men there. The place was overflowing with estrogenic and progesterone energy which was not a bad thing but it killed all my office romance dreams.“You’re lucky to have survived that mess,” he said. “I have never been in a shooting before but it sounds quite scary to be involve in one. I’m so sorry you had to experience something like that.”“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for being here. I’m glad you called b

I stabilized a few minutes later. There were pictures of me on a full page, all kinds. Me entering the so called whore house, me kissing two men, dancing with men and women. There was one of me in bed with a man but thankfully I was still wearing my clothes. That was the only saving grace.“What is all this?” I asked. An ache had developed in my head. I could process what I was seeing. This was no doubt the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I thought of my relatives, who were probably glad they kept their distance from me.I ripped the paper into pieces.“That will not solve anything.”Why, why me?I think it’s Jake Rylland,” Leah said. “I don’t know why some random guy would do this to you and hire a reporter to document it.”“That sly bastard. I only reported what was true about him. I should have reported the kidnapping. If I do now, they will say I’m trying to ruin his name because mine is ruined.”“That’s not the worst.”“What could be worse than that?”“I think you might