All Chapters of Stolen from The Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marie“You know she had to step down from being an active board member after Maverick came back.” Tina said, leaning against the edge of my desk like she lived there.I remembered when she had mentioned something about that during the lunch. But I still pretended not to know.“Really?”“Oh, yes,” she nodded quickly. “Bianca Russo practically rebuilt this company after her husband died, but she handed the power back the moment Maverick returned… almost like she’d been waiting for him.”“It was so weird though,” Jules added with a low voice, even though the office was practically empty. “Till today, no one knows where Maverick Russo disappeared to after his father passed. One night he was here in the office, shutting himself in the boardroom. The next morning, poof. He was gone.”My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly where he had been. He was with me, in a tiny bar in California… and then in my bed…in between my legs, telling me how delicious I was.I forced myself to swallow as norma

Marie I didn't see Maverick throughout that day at work. I didn't see him at all.I didn't see him in the morning, in the afternoon, or even catch a glimpse of him through the glass walls or passing hallways. At first, I told myself it was nothing, that Prime Telecoms was huge and he was the CEO. So of course he could be busy.But when I was delivering a file to another department on the twentieth floor, I overheard two executives walking past me.“…he didn’t come in today,” one of them said.“Yes. There were no meetings and no briefings,” the second woman replied. “Everything has been postponed.”My steps instantly slowed as my grip tightened on the folder in my hands. Maverick didn't come to work at all today.I shook myself away from my thoughts and forced myself to keep walking and pretending that I didn't hear anything. Because I didn’t want to think about what it meant, I didn’t want to guess why he was absent, and because guessing would only drive me crazy.When I returned to

MaverickThe island was already alive when I arrived.Silverreach island looked exactly like the Cavanaughs. Perfect, well controlled, and outrageously expensive. White sands curved nearly along the shore, like they had been groomed every morning to look exactly like that. The palm trees on the island were all arranged in clean rows, not wild or messy. Even the air felt like it had been programmed that way.I stood near the private airstrip with my hands in my pockets, watching jets of all sizes land one after the other. Inside those jets would be old money, new money, CEOs, politicians and industry giants. They were all people who never waited in lines or checked prices before making payment. I shouldn’t be here.Charlie had been the first to receive the invitation, as PR Director of Prime Telecoms. He’d practically burst into my office, waving the digital invitation on his tablet screen like it was a golden ticket. “This is huge,” he had said. “You don’t turn this down, Maverick.

MaverickThe lounge was quiet.It was the type of rare, expensive quiet that only places like this could afford. There was soft music humming from somewhere and I watched the blue sea that stretched from beyond the glass walls.The sea was calm and blue, as if it had nothing to hide. But anyone who believed the sea to be safe was a fool. I sat back in the chair swirling a glass of sparkling water in my hand, enjoying the silence. There were no calls, no meetings, no Marie asking questions that I wasn't ready to answer. My phone buzzed then, and I frowned and picked it up.It was a message from my assistant, Jim.‘Your mother’s jet just touched down, sir. Mrs. Russo didn’t arrive personally, Blair Russo is here in her place.’I read the message again. And again. And again. Blair was here?That was impossible.Blair was supposed to be in Australia, in school, or college, or whatever arranged version of life my mother had placed her in this year.My jaw tightened as I typed back a sho

MarieA couple of hours later, the welcome night party was still in full swing.There was laughter, glass clinking, music, and warm lights that glowed from hanging lanterns and made everything look like a scene that was pulled straight out of a celebrity magazine.My eyes drifted to the reason for all of these; Patrick Cavanaugh and Elizabeth Baker.Elizabeth laughed at something Patrick whispered, and her hand gripped his jacket like she never want to let him go. He brushed an affectionate kiss against her temple without caring who was watching.They were young, happy and completely in love that something twisted in my chest as I smiled at them.I wondered what it must feel like…to be that sure of someone that you marry them. To not be pretending…and to not be standing beside a man all because of a contract and blackmail.My ankles throbbed painfully in my silver heels that I had to struggle to resist the urge to throw off the shoes and allow my feet to be free.I had been walking be