All Chapters of The Billionaire I Stole For Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

“Lucy,” Adrian said, standing. “This is Margaret Holt. She’s a PR strategist. She’ll be managing our public image leading up to the wedding.” Margaret smiled — professionally extended her hand. Her grip was firm and direct. “Miss Vale. I’ve heard a lot about.” I shook her hand. “Good things, I hope.” “Mixed,” she replied honestly. “Which is exactly why I’m here.” We sat. “Someone has been feeding stories to three different gossip blogs,” Margaret said, placing her tablet on the table. The headlines were already there, clinical display of everything that had been constructed against me since morning. “Three blogs. One board complaint. All coordinated within a six hour window.” She looked between us. “This isn’t random. Someone is running a campaign.” Adrian’s expression hadn’t shifted once. Calm. Controlled. “What’s our move?” he asked. “We accelerate everything,” Margaret said. “An Official statement. Engagement photos this week. And—” she glanced between us, “— I strongly re

The rooftop location Margaret had chosen was perfect. Golden light. Clean skyline. The kind of backdrop that made everything look intentional — I stood at the edge of it all in a dress I hadn’t chosen myself, my hair styled and pinned beautifully. I watch the photographer set up her equipment.Dana looked up when Adrian and I took our positions and tilted her head slightly — the way someone does when what they see doesn’t quite match what they expected. The first few shots were stiff. I and Adrian felt it. Dana absolutely knew it. “Okay,” she said pleasantly. Let’s start simple. She lowered her camera after the third attempt and looked at us with the patient expression of someone who had seen this before and knew exactly how to fix it. “Relax,” she encouraged, “Mr Cole, look at her like you mean it.” She shifted her gaze to me. “ Mrs Lucy — you’re standing like you’re waiting for a bus. This is your engagement shoot, not a queue.” Adrian glanced at me sideways. “

The photos went live at exactly nine the next morning. I was still in bed when my phone kept buzzing. I reached for it slowly — blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the curtains — as I stared at the screen with the particular confusion of someone whose brain hadn’t fully committed to being awake yet. Forty seven notifications. Then the number stopped updating and simply read — too many to display. I sat up. Margaret had sent a single message at 9:03 a.m. “Check the numbers. Today is going to be a very good day.” I opened the first article. The photo filled my screen — Andre and I on the rooftop, caught mid-laugh in that completely unplanned moment neither of us had noticed Dana capturing. His hand at my waist. My face tilted toward his. The golden light stretched long and warm across both of us The headline read — Andre Cole Is Getting Married — And His Fiancée Has Completely Stolen Our Hearts. I stared at it. Then I scrolled. Comments in the thousan

The photograph slipped from Vivian’s fingers. It landed face-up on the table between them — and Vivian stared at it with the particular stillness of someone whose mind was moving very fast while the rest of her had gone completely quiet. A Middle aged man— Dark eyes that held something hollowed out and weathered — the specific look of someone who had spent a long time in a confined space. His jawline was sharp beneath an unshaved face. Vivian’s brows pulled together slowly. Something about the face was pulling at her memory. The way a word sits on the tip of your tongue but completely out of reach. She leaned forward slightly. And then — it hit her. One month ago. It had been an ordinary morning Vivian had been standing just inside the front gate, adjusting the strap of her bag, half-listening to the sound of Evelyn’s heels on the pathway behind her. The taxi was already waiting at the curb. She had pushed the gate open when she noticed him. A man standing directly across