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It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

I squeezed her when she went silent on me again. "I really wish you wouldn't worry about this stuff baby. I've got it under control the guys are already setting things in motion. I just want you to think about being happy. Can you do that for me?" She turned in my arms and looked into my eyes. She's reading business books so she can help me, she's worrying about abused children who are in the hands of monsters, when does she get to think about her?

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

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he tried again, not wanting her to leave his territory. "Cute but your money doesn't appeal to me because, news flash, I have my own. You don't need to play sexy billionaire with me" "Sexy billionaire?" He raised his eyebrow at her choice of words "Yeah. Haven't you read one of those cliche billionaire books? A rich guy..." He tuned her out. Linking Elliot and asking him to follow them. One could never be too careful "Are you listening?" "Yes love and no. I don't have time to read such books"

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

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“How famous is your family?” Xavier’s brows rose, though there was no mockery in his expression. “That depends on who you ask.” Joe, who had returned with another pot of tea, looked as though he was trying not to smile. “I mean it,” I said. “I knew you were wealthy, but I did not know it was like this.” “That it was this much?” Xavier asked. I lowered my eyes. “Yes.” He leaned back in his chair. “The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.”

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts