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The Marriage

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Elara

The ocean stretched endlessly before me, its quiet waves lapping against the shore of the private resort like a secret only the elite could afford to hear. Everything about this place whispered wealth—discreet, controlled, and cold. Exactly like the man standing beside me.

Alistair.

Even his name felt expensive.

I kept my chin lifted, my expression carefully neutral as I stared ahead, refusing to let the tension coiling in my chest show. This wasn’t a wedding. Not really. No flowers. No m
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  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Thirteen

    Elara I knew the moment Alistair walked into the room that something had changed. He didn’t say anything at first. He simply placed his phone on the table and looked toward the city through the glass windows. I watched him carefully. “What’s happened?” He turned toward me. “The first agreement has collapsed.” My heart skipped. “Valmont?” He nodded. “One of their biggest business partners has withdrawn from an important agreement.” I stared at him. “So quickly?” “This was only the beginning.” There was something different in his voice. Not excitement.Not satisfied. Something colder. For years, Alistair had imagined destroying the people who had wronged him. I had heard the anger beneath his controlled words and seen the determination in his eyes. But now that it was happening, he wasn’t celebrating. He was watching. Waiting. “They don’t know who’s doing it,” he said. I moved closer. “You’re not going to tell them?” “Not yet.” “Why?” His gaze hardened. “Becau

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Twelve

    Elara The penthouse felt different when I walked through the doors. Usually, there was an invisible tension in the air whenever Alistair and I were preparing for another move against the Valmont family. Tonight, there was something else. Silence. I found him standing beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stared at the city below. He didn’t turn when I entered. “Alistair?” “Come here.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I walked toward him, studying his expression. “What happened?” He finally looked at me. “We’re done.” I frowned. “Done with what?” “The investigation.” For a moment, I thought I’d misunderstood him. “But we still don’t know who controls the investment group.” “I know.” “And the person behind the financial transfers—” “We don’t need to find them.” I stared at him. This wasn’t the Alistair I had grown used to. He had always wanted answers. Every hidden connection, every suspicious transaction, every secret had ma

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Eleven

    Elara The altered records refused to leave my mind.Someone had changed them. Not accidentally.Not because of some ordinary accounting error. Someone had deliberately erased pieces of the financial trail after we began investigating it. And that meant one thing. They knew. I stared at the screen, forcing myself not to panic. Panic would make mistakes. Mistakes were exactly what whoever was watching us wanted. I opened the notes I had personally recorded before the changes occurred. Every transaction.Every date.Every company.Every amount. I had learned early in this investigation that memory wasn’t enough. So I had written everything down separately, including details that seemed insignificant at the time. Now those notes became our strongest protection.I placed my original records beside the altered files. Then I started comparing them. One transaction at a time. The first difference appeared almost immediately. A transfer that had originally occurred on a Tuesday was n

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Ten

    Elara The photograph had been sitting on my desk for nearly ten minutes. I had stared at it so many times that every detail should have been burned into my memory. Yet something still bothered me. The supposedly missing executive stood near the entrance of the isolated office I had followed the senior Valmont employee to. His face was partially turned away from the camera, but there was no mistaking him. He was alive. And he had been there. That discovery alone was disturbing. But the longer I studied the photograph, the more convinced I became that the office was only one piece of something much larger. I enlarged the image again. The building.The parked cars.The security gate. Then I noticed it. A vehicle in the background. Black. Sleek. Ordinary enough to be overlooked. Except for the small emblem printed beneath the rear window. I froze. I had seen that logo before.Not at the hidden office. At Valmont Group meetings. I immediately opened the company profiles I had

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Nine

    Elara The message from Alistair lingered in my thoughts long after sunrise. No one has seen him. The words followed me through every part of my morning routine. As I made coffee, organized my desk, and answered routine emails, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the missing executive’s disappearance was connected to everything we had uncovered over the past few months. The hidden office.The secret meeting.The sealed envelope.The board meeting. Individually, each discovery had raised questions. Together, they formed something much larger. I tried to focus on my ordinary responsibilities, but my attention kept drifting back to the folders stacked neatly beside my laptop. If I had learned anything during this investigation, it was that answers often hid inside details everyone else dismissed. By late morning, I gave in. I spread my notes across the dining table. Photographs.Guest lists.Seating arrangements. Business programs. Personal observations. Everything I had collected

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter One hundred and Eight

    Elara My fingers tightened slightly around my evening bag as I slipped my phone back inside. Don’t leave yet. Something is about to happen. Alistair never sent messages like that without reason. From where I stood, the ballroom remained as elegant as ever. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm light, a string quartet continued its performance, and guests laughed over glasses of champagne as though the evening had reached its natural conclusion. Anyone walking into the gala at that moment would have seen nothing except wealth, influence, and celebration. But I had already learned that appearances rarely told the whole story. Without drawing attention to myself, I wandered toward a quieter section of the ballroom, stopping beside a display of fresh orchids that offered a clear view of the hallway leading to the private conference rooms. The entrance wasn’t blocked. It didn’t need to be. Only people who already knew where they were going seemed interested in walking that

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Thirty-Six

    ElaraI had barely stepped into the house before Celia slammed the door behind me hard enough to shake the picture frames on the wall.The sound echoed through the living room.I loosened my tie slowly, exhausted from the disastrous evening, but the sharp click of her heels told me she wasn’t going

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Don’t Joke With Me

    LouisI walk out of the bathroom with the lingering heat of the shower still clinging to my skin, a thin trail of steam following me into the bedroom. The first thing I see is Celia—standing in front of the full-length mirror, tilting her head slightly as she inspects her reflection like it holds a

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   My Baby Is Gone

    ELARAThe resort looked like something out of a dream,white marble floors that reflected the chandelier lights like a thousand tiny stars, walls of glass overlooking an endless stretch of blue water, and a silence so deliberate it felt curated. Even the air smelled expensive, like vanilla and somet

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   The Gala II

    Elara's POVDenise, despite all her protests, still helped me pick out a dress. For some reason, she’d gone with the color black, the kind that swallowed light. A single strap of diamonds held the dress up, leaving one shoulder bare. The bodice clung to my ribs waist, and the skirt pooled at my fee

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