All Chapters of The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Congratulations, Mrs. Hale!”Lucia smiled as one of the investors raised his glass toward her.“Thank you, Mr. Argent,” she replied smoothly. “But the honor really belongs to my husband.”“Oh, she’s being modest,” his wife said with a laugh. “We all know you’re the real brains behind this fashion brand.”Lucia only smiled politely.Tonight had been perfect down to the last detail. She had personally organized the elegant celebration for Hale Fashion’s fifth anniversary and their upcoming IPO announcement. Every guest in the room had been carefully chosen by her — investors, suppliers, business partners, and a handful of close friends.But despite the crowd, her attention kept drifting toward one person.Logan.Her husband stood across the room in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking unfairly handsome as always. Just one look at him still made something soften inside her.Six years together, and she still loved him like crazy.A sharp pain suddenly stabbed through her chest.Lucia

“I found him, abandoned near the company building,” Logan said. “I couldn’t just leave him there.” “Oh my God.” Lucia’s throat tightened. She had always wanted kids, but she gave it up because Logan had been diagnosed with infertility at the onset of their marriage. “I know we’ve never been able to have kids of our own because of my condition. With the time you have left…I thought you’d want to raise a child like you always wanted,” Logan added. Lucia came down and carried the baby in her arms. He was cute and little, a couple of months old. She felt love flood her heart, and she hoped she would be around longer to watch him start walking or talking.“Thank you both,” she said softly. Marielle smiled halfway, but avoided her eyes. Logan asked, “What should we name him?” “Alex,” Marielle said, almost immediately. “I think Alex suits him.” Lucia smiled through her tears. “Alex it is.”“Here.” Marielle held out her hands. “Let me take him upstairs.” “I’ll lay the cot,” Logan off

A few minutes earlier, Atlas Steele stepped into the luxurious private hospital, a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. He hated the smell of flowers almost as much as he hated hospitals. But he had no choice. Tony Langford had insisted.“Bring something nice,” the old lawyer had said. “First impressions matter.”“Yeah, well, she better impress me too,” he had replied. Atlas tugged on the collar of his shirt and approached the front desk. A young nurse looked up, still holding a telephone. But as soon as she saw him, she lowered it, her cheeks immediately flushing pink.“Good afternoon,” she said breathlessly. “How can I help you today?”“I’m here to see Miss Harrington,” he replied, voice deep and clipped. “I believe she was involved in an accident and brought in today.” “Oh, right.” The nurse paused, staring at the computer. “Are you guys…married?” He raised a brow, but replied, “Not yet.” She looked like he wanted to ask another question, and he looked like he would rather not

“Once again, we're sorry for your loss,” one of the police officers said to Logan and Marielle. “Thank you.” Logan sniffed, took out a handkerchief and dabbed his eyes. “She was like a sister to me. We grew up together. This is just… it’s too cruel,” Marielle said. She sat beside Logan on the couch, wiping her tears with a handkerchief as well. To the average eye, they looked almost comical.The living room still showed signs of the chaos from earlier that morning. Reporters had come from different angles to ask questions, and so had police officers. Logan was only just realizing just how big Lucia had made Hale Fashion. The second officer, the younger one, gave an understanding smile. “If there's anything we can do to help, don't hesitate to reach out.” “Thank you,” Logan said in a thick voice. “It all happened so fast. One minute she was here, fighting her illness, and now…” “Right well, if you don't mind,” said the first and older cop. “we might need you down at the station,

ONE WEEK EARLIER, THE STEELE MANSION Atlas stood by the tall windows overlooking the yard, still in his bathrobe, with his arms crossed. He had taken a swim that afternoon, and was sipping margaritas after. It could have been one beautiful day…if his grandmother, Victoria, hadn't called him inside. And started talking about marriage.“I'm not doing it,” he said flatly. “Atlas…” “We've had this conversation before, ma…”“This isn't one of those.” Her voice was sharp for a middle-aged woman, though it was hard to guess her age at a glance. Her silver-blonde hair lay in curls, complimenting her serious face and light brown eyes. Eyes that now glared at him. “Remember when I told you about the Harringtons?” She asked. “They used to be our biggest rivals.” “Yes, that's what I said. But it appears their heir has been found. A young woman by the name of Elara.” Atlas raised a brow. “The heir to the family is a woman? Haven't heard that before.” “Stop being misogynistic, boy,” she