บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Blueprint : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

~011The Trap is Set---Bella woke up to her phone vibrating violently on the nightstand.She blinked against the morning light streaming through the blinds, grabbed it with half-asleep fingers-and froze.30 new notifications.Emails. Mentions. Two missed calls from Clara. One from an unknown number. And five unread messages in the company group chat labeled "LV Internal – URGENT."Her stomach turned cold.She opened the first email and immediately felt her world tilt:> Subject: Urgent Clarification NeededTo: Bella BluefieldBella,We're in damage control mode. Something was leaked to the press overnight. Please report to the 20th-floor executive conference room immediately.-Clara FontaineHer blood went ice-cold. With trembling fingers, she opened the attached file.And saw it.A screenshot from a security camera.Her.Xavier.In his office.Late. Alone.His hand brushing hers.Her face-unguarded, soft.His-focused. Devoted.The caption from the anonymous social account that post

~013The Calm Before the Next Storm---It had been a week since the boardroom ambush that shattered Camille's empire of lies.Since then, Bella had received more praise, press requests, and job offers than she could count. Her inbox overflowed. Her LinkedIn buzzed with recruiter messages. Her name trended briefly on fashion blogs as the woman who outplayed the most powerful people in her company.And still...She couldn't shake the unease.Because silence this loud always came before something worse.---Xavier hadn't spoken to her in person since that night.There were emails. Professional. Respectful. Even warm.But distant.Almost like he was trying not to get too close again now that the fire had cooled.Bella wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.Because the truth was...She still thought about him every night.---One afternoon, as she sat sketching concepts for the revived Milan collection in the design lounge, Clara walked in with two espresso cups and a sly smile.

~015The Brother's Gambit---Xavier arrived at Bella's hotel suite just before midnight.He didn't knock right away. He stood in front of the door, fists clenched at his sides, the file in his hand heavier than it looked.When he finally knocked, it was once-sharp and low.Bella opened the door.She wore a silk robe, face bare, but her eyes were sharper than he'd ever seen them."You're late," she said quietly."I know."He stepped in.She closed the door behind him and crossed her arms."Talk."Xavier took a breath and held out the folder."No more lies."She didn't take it. "I want to hear it from you."He nodded slowly, shoulders tense."Lucien is my half-brother," he began. "Our father-Henri Louis-had an affair. Lucien was the result. My mother knew. She never forgave him."Bella stood still, but her heart pounded."We met a few times as boys," Xavier continued. "During summers at the vineyard. He was charming. Older. Smarter in some ways. But angry. Always... angry.""What happe

~017The Takeover Begins---For the first time in weeks, Xavier didn't start his morning at the office.He started it in silence.Standing barefoot in his penthouse, staring out at the Paris skyline, coffee untouched in his hand.His father once said:> "A real man builds his empire in silence-then watches the world beg for access."But Lucien hadn't come for access.He'd come to burn it all down.And Xavier could feel the fire rising.---In Milan, Bella sat with Clara and the legal team, eyes locked on the new reports.Lucien had officially filed a hostile acquisition offer-one masked through a series of shell companies, but unmistakably tied to his known associates.> 32% of LV's floating sharesAcquired quietlyIn less than 72 hoursHe was making his move.Clara's voice was grave. "If he hits 40%, he can force a board vote."Bella leaned forward. "And if he gets that?""He can demand restructuring. Install his own CEO. Freeze projects. Slash our teams.""And destroy everything fr

~019Sabotage in Milan---Three days into the seven-day countdown, Milan buzzed like a beehive on fire.LV's European design headquarters was a blur of meetings, mockups, and whispering assistants. Yet beneath the surface, something sharper stirred. Bella felt it in the floorboards, in the way voices dropped when she entered a room, in the silence that followed her down hallways.Someone was watching.Someone was waiting.---Bella stood at the center of the glass design studio, arms crossed, staring at a half-dismantled mockup of their newest collection centerpiece - La Rinascita. The signature dress. A masterpiece.Or it had been.Now it was ruined."Who approved this alteration?" she snapped, holding up a jagged, cheapened version of the bodice. "This isn't what I designed."Her assistant looked pale. "It was already submitted to the fabricators. By someone with design-level clearance."Bella's throat tightened.Only five people had that.And she wasn't one of them."Recall it. Ev