Semua Bab Breaking the Billionaire Code: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The club was quieter than usual when Stacey pulled herself back in through the rear door just before sunrise. Her makeup was smeared. Her shoes were in her hand. Her body still ached from running all night, but she had no choice.Rent was still due. The refrigerator was still empty.And she had nowhere else to be.Jack was waiting for her just inside the corridor near the storage closet. His arms were folded, his eyes bloodshot from booze or rage - probably both.“Look who finally crawled back.” His voice boomed before she made it two steps inside. “You’ve got nerve,” he growled. “Storming out in the middle of a session and showing your face again like nothing happened.”Stacey tried to speak, but her voice cracked. “It wasn’t- he shut the door. He tried to-”“I don’t care!” Jack shouted, slamming his hand into the wall. “You embarrassed a paying client. You think I”m concerned with your irrelevant feelings? You cost me business last night.”“I was scared,” she whispered.He bent clos

The ballroom of the Langston Estate in Beverly Hills shone like a palace of glass and gold. Crystal chandeliers lit the air with golden warmth, and a quartet made pleasant jazz sounds as Los Angeles’ upper crust mingled with glasses of champagne and polite chatter.Laughter cut above evening gowns and well-tailored tuxedos to conceal secret plots behind courteous grins.Killian Stone has spent nothing less than 10mins at the event, and he was already bored. He stood by the wall of the room, sipping bourbon out of a glass.From time to time, a guest would come to him extending a handshake, a practiced smile or offering a compliment. He accepted both as though doing so would have required effort and begrudgingly acknowledged them.“Killian, sweetie!” A woman who had enough diamonds on her person to purchase a small nation air-kissed his cheek. “I hear your father is just so proud of you.”“Is he?” Killian inquired coolly, taking a slow sip of his drink.Her smile slipped.He moved on.T

The glass walls of the Stone Global boardroom sparkled with a sterile chill, mirroring the tense, high-stakes atmosphere of the morning.Executives were seated in rigid chairs, flipping through sleek packets filled with projections and logistics, each graph more aggressive than the last - their murmured observations masked under the quiet clink of water glasses and the occasional swipe of a digital pen.At the head sat Killian Stone, clad in tailored navy suit and an expression that could cut glass. His fingers still atop a leather portfolio, jaw locked, unreadable. Authority emanated from him in waves - cool, efficient, firm.“Q2 numbers in Asia are steady.” one of the senior VPs reported. “However, the South Korea partnership has hit a snag in the final licensing phase.”Killian’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he wasn’t really absorbing the words. He should have been laser-focused - this was a contract months in the making, with international investors hanging in the balance. But his

The ride was quiet at first. The soft hum of the car filled the silence between them. The city lights streaked across the windshield, and for a while, it almost felt like peace.Then Aria spoke.“You never mentioned it was your sister’s engagement. She seemed… nice.”Killian didn’t respond.“And your family,” she added, sneaking a look at him, “wow, talk about intimidating. But in a curated kind of way.That got his attention — he shot her a look, eyes a little too sharp.“They remind me of gallery pieces,” she added softly, not unkindly. “Beautiful. Meant to be admired. But you’re not allowed to touch.”A long beat passed. Then his voice cut through the quiet.“You don’t know them.”“I didn’t say I did,” Aria said gently. I just mean…” she continued, “It felt like everyone was… watching each other. Like it’s all just performance.” She gave a small, almost wistful smile. “Except you. You didn’t play along.”“Don’t mistake kindness for softness, Aria.”She met his eyes, confused. “What

The Stone Global boardroom buzzed with subdued chatter and the subtle clinking of espresso cups. Executives shuffled in their tailored suits, a few glancing up as Mark Stone entered with his usual measured authority. Beside him, Killian walked with quiet confidence, fresh from a triumphant week.The Seoul contract had finally closed - a deal months in the making, now sealed with a signature and handshake.Mark stood at the head of the table, his face a bit of a mystery, until he finally lifted his voice over the murmurs. "Before we begin our review today," he said, surveying the room, "I want to honor someone."All eyes shifted to Killian."The Seoul deal was a long game," Mark continued. "It demanded patience, creativity, and more than a little steel. Killian brought all of that to the table. It's one of the biggest wins for Stone Global this fiscal year, and he earned it."A wave of polite applause swept through the room. Killian offered a slight nod, his jaw tight with restraint.A