All Chapters of UNVEILING THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evania walked into the Walter Building in high spirits, busking that corporate elegance in a red office dress. She waved at the white lady at the reception, speeding past the counter as her feet struck the tiled floor with her black heels.She walked into the elevator and the doors zipped apart to reveal the slippery Elizabeth and her very own companion, the ever-sarcastic Becky.There was another figure in the elevator, a man standing between the two. He glanced at his silver watch and smirked, a subtle gesture that explained a distaste for the corporate lifestyle.Not a single word was mentioned in the elevator, except for Becky's side-eye glances.When the elevator doors opened, Elizabeth walked out, flaunting her gucci hangbag as she catwalked to the ever clossed cubicle. They watched her back fade away in the small crowd as they approached the dockets.“Very soon she'll find out she doesn't belong inside there,” Becky mumbled, grabbing her leather office chair.Evania sensed the u

As the saying goes, “no fire without smoke.” Indeed, the private dinner at the Walters had earned Evania a spot in the limelight. Blog sites and articles fueled by Focus Media were doing more than necessary to exploit every detail they could find. This wasn't Evania's world; it was Yelena’s, and she was dragging the innocent woman into a cold, public glare.Jonathan became furious as the articles and blogs flooded the media space. This was not a good impression at all, even for the company. The next day, he asked Geoffrey to take him straight to the Freedom Tower, to Yelena’s office.Yelena was in her office, her legs suspended and stretched across the large table. Her hands were hanging loose as she swung them freely while she chewed chocolate gum.“Excuse me, sir!” Rania said, trying to stop him from getting in.Jonathan grabbed the brass knob and pushed the door open. Yelena quickly took down her legs and straightened her back over the chair. She clasped her hands together as she c

Sophia Mendez was a tall, sun-kissed Spanish photographer with a legendary reputation, especially in the high-stakes world of fashion. Four major awards and years of elite work with Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Fashion Week had earned her global respect.However, during a trip to London, an investigative journalist used Sophia's testimony to expose a rising fashion house. The agency was accused of exploiting and trafficking young girls. The scandal was explosive, and in the fallout, Sophia lost most of her deals and high-profile events.She managed to start her own small studio and published a local travel magazine focused on the ancient, classical heart of London. After the betrayal of the media, she swore never to do interviews or private meetings again.Jonathan, however, was one of the few people who had supported her. He allowed her magazine to be part of the Walter Collection until she found her footing again. Evania was clueless about this history; all she knew was that Sophia refus

Minutes later, the news hit the media space, both on the Web and on paper. A print copy of the Daily—Walter Media’s own newsletter—devoted a full page to the gala. Soon, the internet drowned in counter-narratives and theories, systematically erasing every rumor that had come before. Most of it ruled by Focus media's intensive smear campaign.Geoffrey returned from his shadow work. He’d tracked the two employees, Evania and Becky, only to find them desperate. They weren’t plotting; they were just ransacking every agency and broker in the city for models. Jonathan’s fury shifted toward Elizabeth. She was the one who had the staff burning rubber across town just to find a "perfect" face for the camera instead of handling the final touches for the anticipated project.Evania reached out to a top-tier London agency. This was the endgame. If this meeting backfired, they would go back to Elizabeth empty-handed, which as she stated, meant losing the project to another serious group.Evania a

“You thought you could run away just like that,” he murmured, pressing the cold barrel against Graham’s trembling chest.“Please... I already told you everything. Just let me go,” Graham sobbed.Mr. Starkov’s brow furrowed, insulted by the pathetic plea. Graham had not only betrayed him by leaking sensitive information to his own daughter, but he had delivered it directly to the offspring of his sworn enemy—Jonathan—before attempting to flee the country.“You could have informed me before committing such an atrocity,” he growled.“I tried... I tried, but I couldn't reach you,” Graham whispered, his voice splintering as his breath began to fail him.Mr. Starkov rose from his seat, his gaze sharpening as it lingered on the polished sheen of his weapon. He pulled the trigger. A single, frigid bullet drilled a hole through Graham’s chest; a torrent of blood stained his shirt and he finally gave up the ghost.After two disastrous meetings and the weight of an overbearing manager, Evania an