Semua Bab The Baker's Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 6

MARION“THE GAMING FLOOR LAYOUT IS FINALIZED,” my project manager said, pointing to the plans of the latest progress. “Electrical work for the slot machine grid starts Monday. The VIP suites will be ready for inspection in two months.”The steady hum of machinery filtered through the glass walls of the temporary conference room overlooking the casino’s steel skeleton. Architects, contractors, investors, and the marketing team were gathered around the blueprint-covered table.“That’s good”. I commented, needing to wrap up this meeting ASAP.“So,” I said, getting up and turning to face the room, “we’ll have a soft opening in four months, followed by a grand launch.”“Mr. Whitfield,” my marketing director began with a small smile, “do you have a name for the casino yet? We’re already halfway through construction - we need it for branding, promotional materials, and licensing paperwork.” She's acting out of character today. As soon as she asked me the question, she fidgeted. I’m curious

MARION I sat in my office, watching the monitor that provided a live feed from The Oceanview Oasis, my second most sought-after resort. From this vantage point, every corner of the grounds was visible: Infinity pools glistening in the California sun, private bungalows tucked away like hidden treasures, and the occasional sight of a celebrity slipping in under a wide-brimmed hat or oversized sunglasses. When I find the right woman for myself, we’ll spend the weekend here.The place was a magnet for actors, musicians, athletes, and high-profile names who wanted to disappear from the spotlight for a while. Privacy was guaranteed here. The security was airtight - my brother Marcel made sure of that. No drone, no camera, no gossip blog could pierce the sanctuary I had built.“Mar,” Cyprian called out as he entered my office, his voice annoyingly casual as always. “We need to talk. I sent you a message, my friend.”“Yeah, I saw it. About what?” I said, not taking my eyes off the screen. O

DEMETRIASame night, minutes later…I made it home just in time, barely kicking off my shoes at the entrance before Anastasia showed up. The hum of the city outside fades behind the door. The familiar scent of my CHANEL perfume lingering in the living room area wrapped around me like an old friend.My apartment is a two-bedroom and cozy, here in West Hollywood. In the living area, a few potted plants lined the windowsill, their leaves catching the fading light, and illuminating the counter in the kitchen, and the soft, beige couch waiting for me to collapse onto it. I could hear the faint hum of the fridge in the corner of my kitchen. Nothing extravagant, but it felt like home—a quiet corner of the world where I could breathe. As I walked to the kitchen to set out the meal from Nobu, I heard her cheerful, slightly dramatic voice calling my name.“Demetria!” she chirped, stepping inside like she owned the place. I screamed; the place was so quiet before she entered. “Anas! You scared