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THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE CORPORATE VEINS
The penthouse lights stayed dim even in daylight.Vanessa preferred it that way. Bright rooms invited comfort. Comfort dulled edges. She needed everything sharp.Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like a living blueprint. From this height, roads became arteries, buildings like organs with money and influence flowing invisibly beneath the surface. Damien stood near the glass with tablet in hand, jacket off and sleeves rolled, the posture of a man who had stopped asking why and moved straight into how fast.“You were right,” he said without turning. “It’s not corruption in pieces. It’s a system.”Vanessa didn’t respond immediately. She was standing at the central table...the one they’d converted into a working map...hands resting flat on the surface. Screens hovered above it, data projected in layers: company registries, nonprofit shells, donor records, municipal permits, procurement contracts.She spoke calmly. Too calmly. “Start at the center.”Damien tapped the screen. The ima
THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE THE CASE THAT WOULDN'T DIE
Detective Roland Hale stared at the files waiting for them to flare in response.The files has been closed, buried, archive and digitally altered for years until it was more rumor than record. But the weight of it hadn’t changed because it felt heavier now, like a body left underwater too long.He exhaled slowly and muttered to no one “you do not die quietly, do you?”The office was empty. Past midnight. He’d waited until the cleaning crew cleared out and the security rotation reset. Old habits. Careful ones.He slid the folder open.Vanessa Lucas.Conviction, Incarceration, Classified addendums missing, Evidence chains broken so cleanly it looked intentional. Witness statements truncated and Surveillance footage logged… then overwritten.Hale leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening.“You don’t overwrite federal-grade footage by accident.”His phone vibrated.A private line. No caller ID.He didn’t answer immediately. Let it buzz once. Twice.Then he picked up.“I was wondering when
THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE GHOST FILES
The apartment had stopped feeling like a penthouse and started feeling like a command center with its screens glowing against the darkened glass walls and blue with white reflections cutting across Vanessa’s face as she stood motionless in the center of the space. Damien adjusted one of the monitors behind her, the soft hum of hardware and encrypted servers filling the silence. Outside, the city moved with its usual differences but inside something colder had taken cause.Vanessa did not look at the screens yet because she didn't need to.“You’re sure these archives should not exist anymore,” she said, her voice even, controlled and stripped of emotion.Damien nodded “officially? They were wiped twelve years ago with Fire, Water damage, corruption. Pick your excuse.”“And unofficially?”He hesitated “unofficially… they were buried deliberately.”That finally made her turn.Her eyes were now sharp and focused. Whatever softness had existed in the woman who walked out of prison had burn
THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE EYES THAT BLINK BACK
Wilson Corporation’s headquarters looked the same as it always had with glass, steel and a quiet arrogance rising into the sky like a monument to power.Jacob noticed it instantly because it did not feel the same.He paused just outside the revolving doors, fingers tightening around his phone.Something about the air seamed rehearsed. Too clean. Too still. The guards at the entrance nodded the same way they always did but the timing was somehow off.A second too late. A fraction too measured.“Are you alright sir?” one of them asked.Jacob gave a polite nod and stepped inside “fine.”But he wasn’t.Inside the lobby, the security cameras followed him—or rather, they followed past him. He felt it in the way the lenses adjusted, not locking directly, but hovering.Observing from angles that suggested interest, not protocol.He entered the elevator alone while watching the reflection of the mirrored walls. His own face stared back, composed and unreadable but behind him the reflection of
THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE COLD ROOMS, SHARP EDGES
The elevator doors slid open without a single sound, Vanessa stepped out first.The penthouse was dark, exactly how she had left it with floor to ceiling windows drawn-out across the far wall.The city below glowed like a living organism, alive, indifferent and dangerous. She didn’t pause to admire it, but then she moved with purpose, heels quiet against marble, shoulders upright and spine straight.Whatever softness had existed in her posture weeks ago was now gone.Damien followed setting his bag down near the kitchen island. He didn’t speak immediately. He’d learned over years of proximity that Vanessa Lucas in silence was not vacant...it was calculating.She stopped at the center of the room and turned back to Lock the doors, engaged the secondary bolts and then the tertiary system.Only then did she exhale.This place was never meant to be home. It was a vantage point. A tower. Somewhere to see without being seen. And now, finally, it would serve its original purpose.Damien brok
THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE THE WHISPERED
Vanessa’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she moved through the crowd with Damien at her side “keep your voice low i need to hear everything,” she whispered leaning toward him.Damien’s dark eyes scanned the room, lips curved into a faint smirk “everything?” he asked “so you want me to be a spy too now?”“You already are,” she replied without looking at him. “Eyes everywhere with your ears open “that’s your job tonight.”He chuckled softly “fine but you owe me one for this or maybe more than one.”Vanessa didn’t respond because she had no time for jokes. Across the room a man in a sleek black suit leaned in close to some group of officials Vanessa caught pieces of conversation carefully filtering out the irrelevant ones.Damien’s voice was low in her ear. “I think our friend over there just mentioned your father’s old case files on Something about evidence that disappeared.”Vanessa froze and her eyes narrowed “which ones?” she asked.“The documents from the Lucas family est
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