All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

The glass door clicked closed behind them, shutting out the commotion of the meeting floor.Silence hummed like a live wire thin, tense, about to snap.Clarisse leaned against the window, her reflection shattered by the golden light seeping through the blinds. Down in the city, the pieces shimmered a thousand moving parts that reflected the turmoil in her chest.Clarisse (coldly): “She’s not just here for business, Saben. Eva Ross never shows up without an agenda.”Saben exhaled, slow and measured, as if talking to a bomb he’d built himself. He set his tablet down, then met her gaze with infuriating calm.Saben: “I know. That’s why I’m letting her think she’s winning.”Clarisse spun around, her voice slicing through the air.Clarisse: “You’re what?”Saben: “Keeping her close. Watching her moves.”Clarisse's laugh was quick humorless. "So that's your strategy? Let the snake wrap closer and hope it bites somebody else?"He moved toward her, steady, unflinching.Saben: "You're exaggera

A single message blinked before fading into the shadows: “Time to play, soon-to-be Mrs. Thompson. Let’s see what you’ll sacrifice for love this time.” Clarisse stayed in Saben’s arms, her head against his chest, feeling nothing but peace while danger hummed inches away, wrapped in silence, waiting. The storm she swore she’d fight wasn’t coming anymore. It was already here sporting Eva Ross's flawless smile.Eva Ross didn't have faith in luck merely leverage. And today, she possessed both. On the top floor of Reese Global Headquarters, she towered over the mirrored windows, her image imposed upon the city skyline like a queen gazing over her warfront. The joint media venture had just been sanctioned her invention, her tool, her platform. Four names were tied together under her control: Saben Thompson. Clarisse Campbell. JM Reese. Jenny White. Eva's lips curled, slow and deadly. "Let's see how long their perfect masks hold up under duress," she whispered, twirling the glass of champag

Eva stood along the stage, exquisite in crimson silk, every move planned — a smile too perfect, eyes too pointed. Cameras loved her, reporters adored her. She was every inch the queen she played to be. But Jenny knew the beast behind the mask.And tonight, she'd had enough.Jenny's voice shook  not from terror, but fury.Why can't you get it through your head, Eva?" she snarled. "JM and I are done. You've won. You've got him. You've got everything! So why are you still doing this? Why are you attempting to destroy my name, his, and now Saben's company?Eva turned, serene and smiling. "Jenny, darling," she said graciously, dusting nonexistent dust from her dress. "You ought to learn when to quit making a fool of yourself in public."Cameras were already mobbing the scene. Security hesitated. Nobody dared to interfere.Jenny's voice got louder. "Making a fool of myself? You're the one spreading rumors! You concocted tales to ruin people

The city was gray that morning too quiet for a place that never slept. JM Reese stood by his office window, the skyline stretching before him like a battlefield after war. Once, it had looked like opportunity. Now, it looked like ruin.The screens on his desk glowed red Ross Global Media: STOCKS DOWN 73%, Zina Bank Withdraws Partnership, Thompson Holdings Reconsiders Deal.Every headline was a wound he couldn’t bandage.His temples throbbed as he gripped the edge of his desk. This can’t be happening.But it was. The empire he’d built his blood, his brilliance, his sleepless nights—was collapsing, and every headline screamed one name louder than his:Eva Ross.The door creaked open. His assistant, trembling, stepped in with a tablet in hand.“Sir… the board just called. They’re demanding a statement before noon. The SEC has opened a probe into Eva’s offshore accounts. Some… investors are filing suit against Ross Global and”JM lifted a hand, his voice raw. “Just stop.”The assistant fr

The news spread like wildfire.On each screen, each financial ticker, every whisper in the corporate world, announced one and the same shocking headline:“EVA ROSS — FALL OF A MEDIA EMPRESS.”“ROSS GLOBAL FILES FOR BANKRUPTCY JM REESE UNDER INVESTIGATION.”“INVESTORS WITHDRAW BILLIONS IN WAKE OF SCANDAL.”Inside the Thompson Tower, the mood was one of incredulity and grim satisfaction.For months, they had put up with Eva's manipulations: the rumors, the sabotage, the quiet threats that masqueraded as business.Now, the storm had finally turned against her.Saben Thompson stood at his office window, gazing out at the skyline through a haze of late-morning sunlight. The city below was abuzz with chaos-reporters running, cameras flashing, the media world burning under the fallout of Eva Ross's empire.Behind him, Clara turned the pages of the morning's financial briefings, her brows furrowed. "It's everywhere," she muttered, laying yet another report on his desk. "Ross Global finally d