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The tires had barely stilled when Rene turned off the engine. The quiet hum of the Rossi estate’s grand driveway didn’t soothe the storm rising in his chest.He glanced at Maria beside him.She hadn’t spoken much during the drive. She was staring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hand was resting near the console. He tried to reach for it, brushing her knuckles lightly, just to feel her warmth. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him.Then she blinked.And her entire body stiffened.“Don’t tell me…” she muttered.Rene followed her gaze and his jaw clenched.Their eyes locked on Layla, standing in front of the mansion, leaning against her car like she’d been planted there for hours. Her arms were crossed, her knuckles white, like she’d been gripping something too hard for too long. The moment she spotted them, her lips curved into a sweet, slow smile.Pushing the car door open, Rene’s entire body went tense.He stepped out of the car first, moving toward Maria’s side
Last Updated : 2025-04-14The son of a billionaire in disguise The forbidden word
As the seconds passed, Maria stood there, frozen, her hands hovering over the now-open pink box.Watching her a few feet away, Rene didn't move. He stood at the edge of the room, his fists clenched at his sides, as though bracing for impact.Inside the box, carefully folded and stacked with painstaking intention, were pieces of a life Maria had never lived… Rene’s life before her.At the very top sat an oversized navy blue hoodie, the fabric soft and worn at the elbows. Maria touched it like it might burn her. The faint smell of cologne still clung to it. Her fingers trembled as she picked it up and beneath it, she saw more... another hoodie and more stuff that seemed to belong to him.“She kept your clothes.” Maria chuckled, eyeing Rene. Underneath them were some pajamas… soft flannel ones in faded pinks and creams, obviously too small to be Rene’s. Folded beside them were a couple of plush teddy bears, the kind you win at a fair, with one having a crooked little bow.Then came the
Last Updated : 2025-04-15The son of a billionaire in disguise A promise
“I don’t care!” Maria’s voice cracked.Rene blinked, caught off guard. She wasn’t yelling to be dramatic. This wasn’t some jealous outburst she’d regret in an hour. This... this was different. Her eyes were wild and wet, her chest rising and falling in sharp waves. Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides, it was like she was holding herself together by sheer will.“Then avoid her,” she snapped. “Leave the room. Walk the other way. I don’t care how awkward it is or who notices. I’m telling you right now... If you ever willingly share space with her again, we’re done. Do you hear me? Done.”His mouth opened, but no words came out.She meant it.Every syllable landed like a punch, and he could see in her eyes she wasn’t bluffing. There was no fire-and-ice whirlwind here, no threat tossed into the air just to watch it fall. This was real. This was her drawing a line in the sand with shaking hands.“You don’t understand what this does to me,” she said, stepping closer. Her voice ha
Last Updated : 2025-04-16The son of a billionaire in disguise A crack
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the Rossi estate, its light bouncing off the polished wood floors. The house was unnervingly quiet except for the low murmur of conversation coming from Jason's study. Inside, Jason and his father, Antonio, sat in heavy leather chairs, each nursing a glass of expensive whiskey, their expressions grim but contemplative.The heavy oak door creaked open without warning, and in popped Bianca, her face flushed with excitement. She didn’t even bother to close the door as she practically bounced on her heels."You won't believe it!" she announced loudly, her voice spilling into the hallway. "Maria and Kia fought last night! I heard it with my own ears!"Jason’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing into slits. He rose swiftly from his chair, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed Bianca by the wrist, yanking her inside. With a rough jerk, he slammed the door shut and turned the lock with a loud click. He glared down at her, his voice a
Last Updated : 2025-04-17The son of a billionaire in disguise The perfect cue.
The dining hall at the Rossi estate was ridiculously fancy as always on Thursday morning.Silverware clinked against fine china, quiet conversation drifted through the air, and the whole place smelled like fresh espresso and baked perfection. The long table was dressed in crisp white linen and polished crystal.Keeping her silence, Maria sat near the center, posture perfect, hands steady as she stared softly at the croissant on the plate. But under the table, her fingers were laced tightly with Rene’s.That was the only thing keeping her grounded.Every few minutes, she felt him glance over, and each time, she’d catch his eye for just a second and press her fingers into his, like, "I’m okay."And then the doors opened with this slow, dramatic creak... like they’d been waiting for the perfect cue.She walked in.Layla.Wearing this cream-colored blouse that fit just right and black pants that made her look like she was walking straight off a Vogue editorial. Her hair was pulled back in
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The son of a billionaire in disguise A switch up
The silence after Antonio’s demand was deafening. Rene’s back was still turned, his posture relaxed but unreadable. Tension crackled in the air, sharp and bristling, like the very walls of the Rossi estate were holding their breath.And then... so softly it almost went unheard... Rene moved.He turned back, not to Antonio, not to Jason. But to the old man at the head of the table. The man who had remained still this entire time, observing, like a judge behind smoke and mirrors.“Forgive me, Don Carlos,” Rene said, voice even and steady, “for the disruption to your breakfast."The name Don Carlos hit the room like a gunshot muffled by velvet. Not one fork moved. Not a breath dared. Every head turned to the patriarch.And there was something in Rene’s tone… something respectful, reverent even, that made Maria straighten in her seat.He bowed his head slightly. Not submissively. Never that. But deliberately.“I humbly ask your pardon for leaving the table so abruptly. If I had the luxur
Last Updated : 2025-04-19The son of a billionaire in disguise Missing
The silence following Maria’s biting remark clung to the air like smoke.Layla didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Her mouth parted like she was about to respond, but nothing came. Her fingers twitched against the back of her chair, but she stayed rooted in place, her wide eyes locked on Maria’s with a hesitance that made her look smaller than she ever allowed herself to appear.Maria, meanwhile, didn’t flinch.She didn’t gloat, didn’t even blink. Her gaze remained smooth and unwavering, like a woman watching a spider try to spin a web in the wrong corner of her domain. She didn’t have to speak again. The words had already landed. Echoed. Bruised.And it was all because of Rene.Because of the way he whispered “Love you” like it was a promise no one could shake. Because of the way he kissed her forehead like it meant something more in front of those who wanted it to mean nothing. Because of the way he stood, strong, calm, and unbothered, against her cousin and uncle.Maria sat with new air ar
Last Updated : 2025-04-20The son of a billionaire in disguise Harassment
With each passing second, Maria stood in the marble hallway of the building, her heels clicking too fast against the polished floor as she turned another corner. Her eyes scanned every face, every office, every shadow like they might conjure Rene from the ether if she just looked hard enough.Nothing.Still nothing.'Where the hell was he?' The words echoed in her head.She paused, hand on her hip, the other clutching her phone like it might suddenly buzz and fix this spinning feeling in her chest. It didn’t.He hadn’t shown up. No one had seen him. His office was untouched. And her voicemail sat unheard in the void.Her heartbeat was too loud in her ears.'This isn't like him. Not even close.'And just as she turned, eyes narrowing and steps quickening-She stopped dead in her tracks.There, in the lobby near the towering glass windows, stood a woman dressed in pristine cream and pearl. Hair swept elegantly into a twist, a delicate pair of gloves tucked into her clutch. A familiar wa
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A hush swept over the ballroom, heads turned. Glasses paused mid-air. Even the chandelier light seemed to bend its attention toward the entrance.She stood there... Catherina Ford.Grace was too small a word.She didn’t walk in, she arrived... poised like she owned the ground beneath her heels. Her dress was a deep emerald silk, folding around her like liquid elegance. Hair up in a classic twist, neck adorned with a single strand of pearls that looked like they'd been fished from the private vaults of royalty. Not a wrinkle in her brow, not a misplaced gesture. Only presence.And it was majestic.Mr. Rossi’s jaw dropped open, actually dropped, hanging loose like a broken hinge before he caught himself with a little cough and a half-step forward.“My God,” he muttered. “Is that-?”Gunnar turned toward the entrance as well, brow lifting in curiosity.Rossi's voice was low but urgent. “Gunnar… please tell me you invited her. We’re not… we’re not close enough to the Fords.”But Gunnar onl
The son of a billionaire in disguise The room smelled blood
The Rossi convoy pulled into the circular drive of the Grand Meridian, the most opulent skyscraper in the city... glass and steel stretching into the stars. Paparazzi flashes crackled beyond the velvet ropes, their lights bouncing off the tinted windows of the luxury cars. Valets and security formed tight lines, working in sharp, clean choreography.The first wave of family emerged... Mr. Rossi leading with Madam Rossi at his side, flanked by Jason, Antonio, Layla, Bianca, Princess, and the others.Then Maria and Rene stepped out next. He stayed by her side, arm tucked beneath hers, smile faint but present, expression unreadable beneath the golden lights of the entrance.The guards nodded. The family entered.But Alejandro didn’t.He stood off to the side, just beyond the corner of the building where the cameras couldn’t see, leaning against his Jaguar, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning low between his fingers.His tuxedo was only half-buttoned, hair tousled like he'
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Maria stood near the window, phone pressed to her ear, her back straight, voice low. She wore a floor-length gown of deep emerald, sleeveless with a high collar and a low, scooped back that exposed the elegant arch of her spine. The silk flowed like water over her body, and her earrings... a cute glimmer of green stones... brought the whole look together with effortless grace.She ended the call with a sigh just as the bathroom door behind her opened.Rene stepped out, adjusting the cufflinks on his crisp white shirt. But it was the suit that caught the room.He wore a midnight black tuxedo, tailored to precision... sharp lapels trimmed in a sheen of satin, shoulders squared, waist nipped, the cut hugging his frame like it had been made by hands that knew him well. Beneath the jacket, the subtle gleam of a black silk vest peeked through, layered over a charcoal-gray shirt with the top buttons undone just enough to be daring, but not vulgar. A small silver pin was fixed on his lapel, a
The son of a billionaire in disguise The wolves are circling
The evening of the party had arrived.Beyond the grand windows of the Rossi estate, the sky bled into twilight, a deep indigo shroud setting the stage for the storm that loomed unseen. The Rossi residence shimmered with golden light, and distant voices echoed in the halls.The party.The celebration no one could stop.In the master bedroom on the top floor, the world was quieter... thicker with tension.Madam Rossi stood before the ornate mirror, a dark sapphire gown hugging her figure like silk. Her hands were at her sides, clenched and still. The diamonds at her ears glinted like ice, and the sharp bones of her face gave her a statue-like elegance. Yet the furrow between her brows betrayed her.Behind her, Mr. Rossi was finishing the final touches. He moved with an eerie calm, slipping the delicate chain of her necklace into place around her neck. His fingers were steady as always. Precise. Cold.“Your hands haven’t aged,” she murmured, watching his reflection. “Even after all these
The son of a billionaire in disguise After the party, it’s war
The dining room was uncomfortably quiet without Maria and Rene.Jason sat at the head of the long table, his hand around a half-filled glass of wine, his eyes dull and unblinking. Layla sat beside him, unusually still, her perfectly styled hair tucked behind one ear, a forced smile frozen on her lips. Juan and Antonio were seated opposite each other, eating calmly but watching everyone else with barely disguised suspicion.No one spoke unless necessary. Only the soft clinking of silverware and the occasional shifting of chairs filled the room. A storm brewed behind every glance, every twitch of a brow, every sip of water. It was the kind of quiet that could split open at the slightest provocation.Abruptly, Layla’s phone buzzed sharply against the table, slicing through the silence. She flinched. Glancing down at the screen, her stomach turned."Dad."She cleared her throat gently, offering a courteous smile to the table.“Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth, though her fingers gri
The son of a billionaire in disguise Never mine
Rene tilted his head slightly, the faintest curve of a smile teasing at the corner of his lips. He gave a soft, contemplative hmm, as though the matter were merely an intellectual exercise. The silence dragged, intentionally, until even Madam Rossi’s fork stilled halfway to her mouth.“I must say,” Rene began, voice light, polite, dangerously unbothered, “you make a compelling case, sir. Betrayal, dishonor, public shame… It’s almost Shakespearean.” He set his water glass down with an elegant clink. “But there’s just one problem.”Mr. Rossi’s eyes narrowed to slits.“I didn’t betray anyone,” Rene said, voice sharpening beneath the charm. “I didn’t cheat. I didn’t lie. And I certainly didn’t ask to be used as some sacrificial pawn in your public relations game.”Jason scoffed quietly, just loud enough to be heard. “You act like you’re above the family, like none of this matters to you.”Rene turned his gaze slowly, lazily, toward Jason. “Oh, it matters. Just not the way you want it to.”
The son of a billionaire in disguise A loaded pistol
The early morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the floorboards. Rene stood shirtless before the mirror, the soft scratch of gauze brushing against his ribs as he wrapped the bruises with practiced ease.The muscles in his shoulders twitched slightly at every pull, his face set in quiet concentration. The wound, though shallow, was enough to remind him of the night before... of passion, of pain, and of the call that followed.He barely flinched as he secured the bandage with a strip of medical tape, the sting long dulled. The quiet was broken by a knock on the door.Maria stirred from the bed, tangled in the sheets. Her voice was groggy, but steady. “I’ll get it.”She padded across the room, pulling his shirt over her shoulders, and cracked the door open. One of the younger maids stood there, neatly dressed with her hands clasped in front of her. She dipped into a polite bow.“Good morning, Miss Maria. Your grandfather requests your presenc
The son of a billionaire in disguise Business as usual
Suddenly, Rene rose from the bed, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. He tossed it aside, then pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it across the room as well. His jeans followed quickly after, and when he threw them all aside, his boxer was the only piece left.Rene stared at her for another moment, his eyes flickering down her body. Then, he smiled faintly, a little selflessly, “What now?" Staring down at him, Maria’s breath hitched. Her eyes moved over the bruises on his ribs, the faint marks across his skin. Her hand reached out instinctively, trembling slightly as it hovered near his side.But Rene stepped forward, catching her wrist in his hand and gently lowering it. His touch was warm, patient, but there was finality in it.“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low with a hint of pleading. “Not today.”Maria opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss, soft at first. His lips brushed hers like a question, not a demand. She exhaled ag
The son of a billionaire in disguise Playing with the two
Staring ahead, Gunnar reclined on the leather couch in his private office, one ankle resting casually atop his knee, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in one hand. The room was dim, bathed in the warm golden hue of late afternoon light. The only sound was the faint ticking of the antique clock mounted above the fireplace.Across from him, Rene sat stiffly, one arm draped over the couch’s backrest, the other nursing his ribs with deliberate restraint. A thin bruise was forming along his jawline, still fresh from his father’s rage. He wore it like an afterthought, uninterested in pity."Will you tell me who did that?" Gunnar asked, lowering his gaze to the cut."No," Rene said casually.Just then, Gunnar’s phone buzzed on the table between them.He glanced down at the screen, then back at Rene. “Your grandfather-in-law is calling.”Rene smirked faintly, though his eyes remained dull. “Answer it.”Gunnar hesitated only a moment, then tapped the screen. “Okay, boss.”He placed the phone on s
