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The act of the century
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The son of a billionaire in disguise A knock
As the silence dragged on, Jessica sat there, still on her knees in front of Carlo Rossi's desk, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to hold onto her fragile mask of vulnerability. Her heart raced, hoping that the call Carlo just made would secure her place in the company again, that everything would go as she planned. She waited for the door to open, fully expecting to see Rene walk in.But when the door creaked open, it wasn’t Rene.It was Alejandro.Jessica’s stomach dropped the moment their eyes met.Standing in the doorway, Alejandro’s face twisted in anger the second he saw her kneeling on the floor. His dark eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a tight, furious line as he stormed into the room, the tension in his body unmistakable.“Grandfather,” Alejandro greeted, his voice tight, barely masking his rage. “What’s this about?”Quickly, she scrambled to her feet, heart pounding, and brushed off her skirt. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself, but th
Last Updated : 2024-09-30The son of a billionaire in disguise Benefit
Drawing a deep breath, Alejandro stood in the middle of his destroyed office, his breathing heavy, fists still clenched, when the knock on the door came again.For a moment, he ignored it, staring at the shattered remains of the vase, the overturned coffee table, and the scattered papers. He wasn’t in the mood for company, and whoever was at the door was the last thing on his mind.The knock came again, a little more insistent this time.With a growl of frustration, Alejandro wiped a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. “Come in,” he barked, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.The door creaked open, and in stepped a timid figure... a man Alejandro immediately recognized. It was Derek, the guy his grandfather had laid off earlier this morning. He was dressed simply, his face pale and anxious, clearly not expecting to find Alejandro amidst the ruins of what used to be a pristine office.The second Derek saw the mess and Alejandro’s furious glare, he froze in t
Last Updated : 2024-09-30The son of a billionaire in disguise Her rights
Drawing a deep breath, Rene sat back in his leather chair, casually leaning his elbows on the armrests, eyes scanning the office around him. Across from him, Marco stood, hands still tucked into his pockets, his expression as deadpan as ever. René glanced at him and then, with a small grin, spoke in his calm, collected voice."Marco, I need you to understand something. This whole job I hire you for... it doesn't run on loyalty to anyone else. It runs on loyalty to me. I need to know everything that’s going on in this building. You get me?"Locking eyes with him, Marco nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes, boss.""And that means," René continued, leaning forward slightly, "you don’t take orders from anyone unless they come directly from me. Not from Mr. Rossi, not from my wife Maria, not even from my so-called in-laws." He paused, giving Marco a pointed look. "Your loyalty is mine and mine alone.""Understood, boss." Marco’s tone didn’t waver. His dead-eyed stare might have been unsettling
Last Updated : 2024-09-30The son of a billionaire in disguise Too close for comfort
Marco didn’t flinch. His deadpan expression remained as he stood his ground, his gaze locked on Layla’s. “Not without permission, you don’t.”Rene, who had been watching the exchange with mild curiosity, leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together as he studied Layla’s expression. There was something different about her...something urgent, determined. “Marco, let her through,” Rene finally said, his tone calm but commanding.Marco hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping aside, though his gaze lingered on Layla for a beat longer than necessary, a silent warning passing between them.Layla didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, she strode forward, stopping just short of Rene’s desk. She placed both hands on the polished wood, leaning in slightly, her eyes dark with intensityThen her lips curled into a coy smile as she crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, her gaze locking onto René’s with a teasing glint.“Hi,” she whispered.René remained unfazed, his expressio
Last Updated : 2025-03-17The son of a billionaire in disguise Trust me, please
The moment Maria stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, each step deliberate, each movement laced with unspoken authority. Her eyes locked onto Layla standing far too close to Rene, her fingers still resting lightly on the edge of his desk.Maria didn’t hesitate.She approached Rene with a slow, graceful stride before leaning down and claiming his lips, tasting him.Immediately, his hand settling on her waist, pulling her into him, matching her pace. When Maria finally pulled away, she didn’t move far. Instead, she turned, her gaze finding Layla as she lowered herself onto Rene’s lap as though there were no other chair in the room.As their eyes locked, Layla stiffened.Maria smiled, not wide, not exaggerated, just enough to show that she was perfectly at ease. Perfectly in control.“Oh, Layla,” she finally said, her voice warm, smooth. “I didn’t realize we had company.”Layla opened her mouth, but no words came. The confid
Last Updated : 2025-03-19The son of a billionaire in disguise A silent battle
After a silent momet, Maria took a slow, steadying breath, rolling her shoulders back as if the motion could shake off the tension still clinging to her.She didn’t look at Rene, not right away. Instead, she reached for her phone on his desk and walked off, keeping her stepped steady.Rene exhaled, running a hand through his hair before moving toward her. Just as he reached for the door handle, his office phone rang, and Marco eyed him but said nothing, and Rene hesitated.His jaw tensed. He debated letting it go to voicemail, but something about the timing made him reconsider. With a reluctant sigh, he reached for the receiver, pressing it to his ear.“Hello.”“Ah, Kia,” came the familiar voice of Mr. Rossi, and Rene straightened, his fingers tightening slightly on the phone.“Mr. Rossi,” he greeted, flicking his gaze toward Maria. She was watching him now, her expression unreadable.“Maria’s with you? I called her office and she's not there.” the old man asked, his tone sharp with e
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The son of a billionaire in disguise Defending him
The moment Maria and Rene took their seats, the tension in the room thickened like an insoffociating smoke. Eyes darted. Chairs shifted. Even the air conditioner’s hum seemed to hold its breath.With a deep sign, Mr. Rossi stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the polished mahogany surface. He wore a crisp navy suit, his tie perfect, his expression… smug.“Now that everyone is here,” he began, clearing his throat with purpose, “there’s something important I’ve been meaning to address.”Madam Rossi glanced up from her seat beside him. Her expression gave nothing away, but her fingers curled slightly around her crystal glass.The old man smiled, gaze sweeping the table, lingering just long enough on Rene to make the others shift.“Kia,” he said, pausing for effect, “has been with the family for some time now. He’s proven himself to be an asset. Efficient. Focused. Calculated. Traits this family used to pride itself on.”A beat passed. Rene said nothing, his expression as
Last Updated : 2025-04-07The son of a billionaire in disguise bruise on your ego
The room stood frozen... like someone had sucked all the air out of it.Alejandro’s hand was still gripping Rene’s collar. The veins in his neck pulsed, but Layla’s voice still echoed in the silence she had created.Jason rose slowly from his seat. His expression wasn’t angry. It was almost amused. That slow, superior smirk... the one that said he was always ten steps ahead.Layla drew in a sharp breath and, before anyone could speak, her voice broke again, soft this time, trembling just enough to sound real.“I just… I can’t stand violence.”Scoffing, Alejandro turned to her, his brows furrowing.She continued, letting her hand fall from the table, brushing it against her chest as if calming her own heart. “It triggers me. I-I’ve worked so hard to move past things, and this? Watching you manhandle him like that? I can’t.”As her brows snapped together, Maria’s eyes flickered toward her, suspicion flashing for just a moment. But Layla didn’t waver. She lowered her gaze, perfectly meas
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The son of a billionaire in disguise The time has come
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'
The son of a billionaire in disguise A kiss of betrayal
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
