Todos los capítulos de ​Accidentally Married to the Ghost Billionaire : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The private conference room inside the centuries-old palazzo in Rome was dead silent.Three Italian shipping tycoons sat across from Oliver, their faces pale as they stared at the acquisition contracts laid out on the mahogany table. The deal was notoriously complicated, but within forty-eight hours, Oliver had systematically choked their supply lines, executed a swift takeover of their parent shares, and brought the regional syndicate to its knees.Standing near the tall arched windows, Arthur Cole observed the negotiation with a calm, approving smile. As the head of the International Maritime Federation, Arthur knew how ruthless this market could be, yet Oliver’s efficiency always impressed him."Sign the documents, gentlemen," Oliver commanded softly, his dark blue tailored suit fitting his broad frame seamlessly as he leaned back in his leather chair. "My patience has reached its limit."With trembling hands, the lead director placed his signature on the final line."An impressive

​The autumn breeze carried a crisp chill across the secluded park, rustling the golden leaves scattered along the stone pathway. ​Vivian sat on an isolated wooden bench, pulled deep into her dark trench coat. Moments later, Marcus Vance walked up, his hands thrust into his jacket pockets. Without a word, he sat beside her and placed a light blue paper folder onto her lap. ​"It's all in there," Marcus said, his voice flat and professional. "Oliver Ross is as clean as they come." ​Vivian picked up the folder, opening it with trembling fingers. Inside were clear, detailed records: high school transcripts, modest bank statements, standard tax returns, and employment verifications for small logistics consulting firms. There were no hidden offshore accounts, no corporate ties to elite syndicates, and no criminal history whatsoever. ​"I ran his name through every international clearance database," Marcus lied seamlessly, his tone unwavering. "He's just an ordinary man who lives a quiet l

​The glass-walled main boardroom of Miller Group was bathed in the harsh morning light, but the atmosphere inside was freezing. ​Vivian stood at the head of the mahogany table, looking out at her executive directors and lead corporate attorneys. The tension in the room was palpable, heavy enough to choke on. ​"I called this emergency session because Mr. Harrison notified me yesterday of a codicil to my father's will," Vivian announced, her voice firm despite the underlying fatigue. "If verified, this addendum grants Eleanor fifty percent of all personal estate assets and unallocated shares." ​A loud wave of murmurs and anxious gasps rippled through the boardroom. ​"Fifty percent?" one senior board member gasped, leaning forward with a pale face. "Vivian, if Eleanor secures that broad of a stake, she could paralyze company decisions, liquidate core divisions, or attempt another takeover! She has zero business acumen—she'll destroy Miller Group just to spite us!" ​"I am well aware

​Before Vivian could take another step down the hallway, the sharp, persistent chime of the penthouse intercom echoed through the quiet apartment. ​Vivian stopped, wiping the edge of a tear from her eye, and glanced back at Oliver. He was already on his feet, his posture rigid and focused, all traces of their argument instantly pushed aside. ​She walked to the wall monitor and pressed the button. "Yes?" ​"Ms. Miller, I apologize for the late interruption," the doorman’s tense voice came through the speaker. "There is a gentleman in the lobby demanding to see you. He’s extremely frantic and refusing to leave. It's... Mr. Julian Sterling." ​Vivian’s eyebrows drew together in disbelief. "Julian? Absolutely not. Send him away." ​"I tried, Ms. Miller, but he pushed past security and took the express elevator up!" the doorman panicked over the line. "He claims he has critical information about the company's shares that you need to hear tonight!" ​Before Vivian could reply, heavy pound

​The solid mahogany door of Harrison’s corner office closed with a heavy, ominous click. The soft turn of the brass lock echoed through the dimly lit room like a gunshot. ​Harrison stumbled backward, his knees hitting his leather desk chair. Sweat beaded along his hairline as he stared up at the tall, imposing figure standing before him. The man exuded the razor-sharp authority of a seasoned corporate predator—someone who didn't negotiate, but dictated terms. ​"Who are you?" Harrison managed to choke out, his trembling hands searching blindly behind him for his glass of scotch. "This is a private legal firm. You can't just—" ​"Sit down, Arthur," Oliver commanded. His voice wasn't loud, but it held a quiet, terrifying density that made the older lawyer’s legs give out completely. ​Oliver walked across the thick Persian rug with slow, unhurried steps. He didn't offer a name, nor did he explain his presence. Instead, he pulled a thin black USB drive from his tailored coat pocket and