Semua Bab MY WAY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The top floor of Langston Appliances wasn’t merely an office—it was a glass fortress, suspended high above Los Angeles and watching the city throb with its usual restless energy. On ordinary nights, the view stretched endlessly, stars colliding with ribbons of traffic lights below. But tonight, it didn’t matter.Carter Langston stood straight with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring at nothing in particular . His reflection glared back, sharp suit, harder eyes. He was only twenty-seven, yet somehow already running a company. The title of CEO sat on him like iron chains, a weight that could flatten men who’d lived twice as long. Still, he carried it. He has broad shoulders and a sharp jaw. He look like a man in control But his gut was a storm.Behind him, Reginald Langston lounged like he owned the place. Scotch in hand, silver hair perfectly in place, legs crossed as if this were nothing more than a chat after dinner. Once, he had been the king of this empire. Now he was the d

The spotlight was on Maeve Wells which stole her breath. For a second, she couldn’t move. Every eye in the room was staring at her, waiting to eat her alive. Her blouse, which was a cheap secondhand thrift store dress, she wore clung to her skin, sticky with her sweat.Carter Langston’s words still echoed. Maeve Wells, step forward.His words somehow were heard across all the noise in the room.Maeve’s heart was beating rapidly not from fear. Nah, but from the heat what was rising beneath her.Defiance. She wasn’t here to be paraded like some prize for Carter Langston and his empire. The Challenge was meant for girls with trust funds, for pretty influencers in gowns worth more than her car. Not for someone who’d spent the morning kneading masa with calloused hands, thinking about hospital bills and school fees.Yet he had chosen her.Carter stood by the stage, grey eyes steady, sharp as glass. At twenty-seven, he was the man magazines worshipped—rich, powerful, every angle of his face

The USB drive lay on the marble floor like a grenade with the pin pulled.Maeve's breath caught. Around her, the gala dissolved into chaos, whispers erupting, phones emerging from pockets, cameras flashing. The Takahashi Group stood frozen, their translator gesturing rapidly, faces locked in that particular expression of people reassessing everything.Carter Langston didn't move toward the USB. He stood perfectly still, his grey eyes scanning the room with the cold calculation of a general watching his army scatter. Then his gaze found Maeve, and something passed between them, a warning, or maybe a dare.Before anyone could reach the drive, security flooded in. Carter's voice cut through the noise, smooth as silk over steel. "Ladies and gentlemen, please. A minor disruption. Ms. Kensington has always had a flair for the dramatic." His smile was charming, practiced, empty. "The evening will continue. Dessert is being served on the terrace."But Maeve saw what others might have missed,

Cameron, I have a boyfriend.""I know. Leo." He nodded. "And if you love him, really love him, then I'll back off. But Maeve, does he see you? The way you calculate angles while you're cooking, the way you turn problems into solutions, the fire in you that won't quit even when you should?" His voice dropped. "Or does he just see someone who needs protecting?"The question cut too deep.Leo did see her as fragile. As someone to shelter. It was sweet, sure, but it also made her feel small. Like she was something easily broken instead of something being forged."This isn't fair," she whispered."Nothing about this is fair." Cameron stood, pulling out his wallet and tossing cash on the table. "Come on. I'll take you home."The drive back was quiet, charged with words neither of them spoke.When he pulled up outside her apartment, tiny, paint peeling, nothing like the world she'd just left, Cameron turned to her."Whatever you decide," he said, "about the Challenge, about Carter, about any

The room erupted into chaos. Victoria immediately pulled out her phone, fingers flying. Celeste looked panicked, her polish cracking. The new woman, her name tag read "Simone" ….remained eerily calm, watching Carter rather than the screen.And Carter? He stood there, expressionless, watching them all like lab rats in a maze."You have two hours," he said calmly, as if the world wasn't imploding around him. "Fix this. Show me what you'd do as my wife when the empire catches fire. Best solution wins."Maeve's heart pounded. This was it. The moment everything came together or fell apart.But something felt wrong.The news reports were too polished, the social media outrage too coordinated. She'd spent enough time online marketing her food stall to recognize manufactured trends.This wasn't a real crisis.This was Carter's ultimate test, not just of their PR skills, but of their character. How they'd react under pressure. Whether they'd throw him under the bus to save themselves, or fight