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last update 公開日: 2026-07-26 01:57:54

The metal shelving units stretched into the dimly lit corners of the sub-basement, creating narrow aisles that blocked the harsh overhead lights. Dust coated the concrete floor, undisturbed except for the tracks of my boots. My hands gripped the edge of a heavy cardboard box, the rough edges biting into my palms. Pulling it off the top shelf required a deep breath and a sharp pull from my lower back. The muscles in my spine protested, a dull ache radiating down to my hips while my breath came i
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  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   71

    My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides. The commercial lot next door was supposed to be empty. It was just a paved parking structure used for overflow. The phone screen glared back with the property deed. A sharp, undeniable digital signature sat at the bottom of the page. Elias Blackstone."He bought it out from under us," Gideon said. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "The closing was finalized twenty minutes ago.""Why?" The word barely made it past my throat."To send a message," he replied. He swiped the screen to pull up the zoning permits. "He knows I cannot evict him from a property he legally owns. He is going to start digging foundations right against our glass walls."The sheer scale of the provocation made my stomach roll. This was not just corporate rivalry. This was a targeted strike."I need to call the board," Gideon said. He slipped the phone into his pocket. "Stay at your desk. Do not leave the floor."Walking back out into the bullpen, the atmosphere

  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   70

    The phone receiver felt heavy in my hand, the smooth plastic slick against my palm. "Leave it with security," I told the receptionist, keeping my voice perfectly level. "Do not bring it up to the executive floor." The line went dead, and I placed the receiver back in the cradle. The office was entirely too quiet, the silence pressing against my ears like a physical weight. My hands rested flat on the mahogany desk, the cool wood grounding me while I forced my breathing to stay steady. The hidden silver key pressed warm and solid against my chest beneath my sweater, a secret anchor in the middle of the storm. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the polished surface. My lower back throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the physical toll the past few weeks had taken. I pressed a palm against the slight curve of my stomach beneath my oversized sweater, feeling the tight fabric pull across the growing baby. The glass door clicked

  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   69

    The intercom buzzed loudly, cutting through the thick silence of the office. "Mr. Vale," Carla’s voice crackled through the speaker, tight with panic. "There is a man in the lobby. Elias Blackstone, and he is demanding to speak with you and Ms. Bennett immediately." Gideon’s jaw ticked, a muscle jumping under the skin as he stared at the black envelope on the desk. The color drained from his face, replaced by a cold, lethal focus that made the air in the room feel suddenly thin. "Stay in here," he ordered, his voice dropping to a rough, absolute command. "Lock the door behind me. Do not open it for anyone but me." He turned and walked out, the heavy glass door clicking shut behind him. I stood in the quiet room, my chest heaving while the silence pressed against my ears. The black envelope sat on the mahogany desk like a threat. I walked to the window and peeked through the slats of the blinds, watching Gideon stride toward the elevator bank. His posture was rigid, his hands

  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   68

    The coastal shipping rates were a nightmare of overlapping fees, and the numbers blurred together on the bright screen. Michael wheeled past my cubicle, dropping a fresh stack of vendor files on my desk. "You are a lifesaver," I said, pulling the thick folders closer. "Just doing my part for the empire," he replied with a quick grin before rolling back to his own desk. A man in a tailored charcoal suit stopped at the edge of my partition. He held a sleek black envelope and scanned the row with a cold, calculating gaze. The sudden stillness of his posture made the hair on my arms stand up. "I am looking for Ms. Bennett," the man said, his voice smooth and entirely out of place in the busy bullpen. Sarah leaned over her desk, a malicious smile forming on her lips. "She is right..." A tall shadow fell over the partition before she could finish the sentence. Gideon stepped into the aisle, his posture rigid and his dark eyes locked onto the stranger. "Can I help you?" Gideon

  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   67

    The coffee machine sputtered and stopped halfway through filling the cup, leaving a thin stream of dark liquid dripping onto the counter. My fingers tapped the side of the machine, but the red light just blinked stubbornly. The breakroom was empty, the morning rush not yet in full swing, and the quiet hum of the refrigerator felt entirely too loud. "Kick it," Michael said from the doorway, adjusting his glasses. "That is the only thing that works." "I am not kicking the machine, Michael." "Then you are not getting coffee," he replied, walking over and delivering a sharp tap to the side of the unit with his knuckles. The machine roared back to life, the dark liquid resuming its steady flow. "You are welcome." Taking the warm cup, I leaned against the counter and stared out the breakroom window. The street below was busy with morning traffic, taxis weaving between delivery trucks and pedestrians crowding the crosswalks. A gray sedan sat parked across the street, the engine idling

  • Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil   66

    I picked the bank teller slid the new debit card across the marble counter. The plastic felt cool and smooth against my fingertips. I looked at the embossed letters. Adeline Bennett. My maiden name. It felt like holding a piece of my own identity for the first time in years. "Your temporary PIN is in the envelope," the teller said, offering a polite smile. "Is there anything else you need today?" "No, this is everything," I replied, slipping the card and the envelope into my wallet. Gideon stood near the glass doors of the bank lobby, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tailored coat. He had insisted on coming with me, though he had stayed back to give me space at the counter. His dark eyes tracked my movement as I walked toward the exit, checking for any sign of distress. "All done?" he asked as I pushed through the heavy glass doors. "All done," I said, holding up the wallet. "I have my own account now. Shane cannot freeze it, and he cannot see the balance."

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