MasukShe Hides Her Billions. He Hates Her Family. Their War Is About To Begin. Isabella Vane has it all: a ten-billion-dollar empire, a stunning face, and a fiancé who just admitted he is only in it for the money. Heartbroken and hunted by her own legacy, Isabella does the unthinkable. She cuts her hair, puts on a fifteen-dollar blazer, and vanishes. To the world, she is a missing heiress. To Liam Sterling, she is just "Bella," his clumsy, plain, and surprisingly brilliant new assistant. Liam Sterling is a self-made titan with a grudge. He built his company to destroy the Vanes. He hates "rich girls" and has no time for secrets. But his new assistant is different. She is defiant. She is mysterious. And she knows more about high-level finance than a girl from her background should. As Liam draws closer to "Bella," the lines between hate and obsession blur. He wants to break her. He wants to own her. He has no idea he is falling for the woman he swore to ruin. But Isabella’s past is catching up. Her ex-fiancé is closing in. Her father is desperate. And Liam is starting to notice that his "poor" assistant has the eyes of a queen. When the masks fall, will Liam destroy her, or will he burn his empire to save her?
Lihat lebih banyakPOV: IsabellaThe penthouse was a cage with a better view. Liam’s view.I stood in the center of the living room. The floor was polished stone. Cold. It reflected the recessed lighting like a dark lake. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan was a grid of electric fire."The security is proprietary," Liam said. He was standing by the door, coat still on. He didn't come in. He hovered. "Encrypted biometric entry. No one gets in without my authorization. Not even the board.""I am not a board member," I said."You're a Vane.""That’s why I’m leaving."I set my bag on the marble counter. It made a soft thud. It was the only thing I owned that hadn't been searched by the DOJ or charred by the lighthouse fire. Inside was a change of clothes and the master drive."Isabella, the street is a mess," Liam said. His voice was tight. He moved with a slight hitch in his shoulder—a structural flaw I had caused. "The press is camped out at your father’s place. They’re at the office. This is
POV: LiamThe sun is a cold, flat coin over the city. It doesn’t provide heat. It just makes the glass of the Sterling Tower look sharper.I haven’t slept. My eyes feel like they’ve been rubbed with sand.I sat at my desk. The screen in front of me was a wall of scrolling text. White on black. The raw data dump from the house in New Jersey. Isabella’s "mirror."Every time a line of code flashed, I saw her face. The way she looked in the kitchen. The way she asked about the math.Interrupt the thought. Delete it.Reputation is a fragile structure. It’s built on the assumption of control. The moment the market smells a leak, the structure begins to groan."Liam."Felix didn't knock. He never knocks when the world is ending. He was holding a physical tablet. His hand was shaking."It’s out," Felix said."What’s out?""The Medusa specs. Not all of them. But enough."He slid the tablet across the desk.It was a blog. A high-traffic tech site that thrives on corporate blood. The headline wa
Isabella's POV The Vane Tower is an ivory cage. Glass and steel. It feels like it’s humming. A low, electric vibration in the floorboards.The DOJ is in the lobby. I can see them on the monitors. Men in windbreakers. They carry boxes. They look like movers, but they move like soldiers. They are here for the hard drives. They are here for my father.Arthur is in his office. The door is mahogany. It’s thick. I can still hear him screaming at a lawyer. The sound is muffled. Like a dog barking in a neighbor's yard.I sat in the corridor. I didn't hide. I sat on a bench meant for waiting.My phone buzzed.L.S.I didn't answer. I looked at the screen until it went dark. Then it buzzed again.I picked up. I didn't say hello."The service elevator," Liam said. His voice was tight. "The freight entrance on 48th. My team has the bypass.""I have the data," I said."Leave it. Just get out.""I can't leave it.""Isabella. Now."I stood up. My legs felt heavy. I went to the server r
Liam's POV The green line on the Bloomberg terminal is vertical. It doesn’t look like a trend. It looks like a needle.Sterling Tech (STK) up 12% in the first hour. Then 18%. The volume is high—institutional buyers, not retail. They saw the interview. They didn’t see a victim; they saw a Vane taking a side. In this market, certainty is more valuable than ethics.I watched the numbers flicker. My reflection was ghosted over the screen. Dark circles under my eyes. The bandage on my shoulder felt like a hot iron."The shorts are being squeezed," Felix said. He was pacing the length of my office. "Henderson is losing his shirt. He bet on your removal. Now he’s scrambling to buy back in before the price hits the ceiling.""It’s not a ceiling," I said. "It’s a bluff.""A profitable one. Isabella gave you the win, Liam. She validated your position. She told the world the merger was logical. That means the tech is real.""She told the world what she needed to tell them to stay alive."
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