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“You call this luck? To be bound in chains, to be displayed like an object, to lie on this bed as if comfort could erase humiliation?” Their faces hardened, but I didn’t stop. My voice rose, every word slicing through the air. “Listen to me, pests. I cannot be bought. I will never be bought. You dare say I… a god, am lucky to be sold for two hundred million? That price cannot even scrape the edge of my worth. Not in this world. Not in any world.” The walls seemed to vibrate with the force of my words, and I could see their mortal expressions flicker with something between fear and annoyance. But I didn’t care.

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

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I recognized him right away, even with the lower half of his face hidden and his eyes half-closed. Shane Wilson. The Shane Wilson. Billionaire tech mogul. Media darling. Tabloid king. And right now—naked. In bed. With me. Oh God. I was feeling numb in the head and bones, my brain overcast with fog, and was panting for my life. Fragments of last night struck me, like shards of broken glass in my brain. Melissa had dragged me out. “One evening, Lucy,” she had told me. “Just have fun and try to stay alive for one night.

"The only liar here is you. My father trusted you, and you betrayed him. The only thing you’ve ever cared about is wealth—and you were willing to destroy everything to get it." Victor smirked. "And if I was? That’s the way the world works, Theodore. The strong take, and the weak are left with nothing. Your father understood that. That’s why he built this empire. And yet here you are, throwing billions away for—what? Charity?" Theodore snapped. In one swift motion, he grabbed Victor by the collar, yanking him forward. "Don’t you dare speak about my father." Victor chuckled, even as Theodore’s grip tightened. "Did I hit a nerve?"

[Reward: Arka Mahendra's Head] [Price: 1,000,000,000 Cash] [Offered by: The Wijaya Family] [Status: Dead or Alive] Just a few sentences. Yet they were enough to shake the entire criminal underworld. One billion. For countless criminals living on the edge of ruin, it was enough money to drive them insane. In every corner of the city, greedy informants began to move. Like sharks that had smelled blood in the water. They all had only one target, Arka Mahendra. *** After leaving the restaurant, Arka and Mireya headed back to the villa in Arka's Mercedes-Benz.

A single message from Amy appeared: “We have them. Lauren and Quinn are safe.” Ethan closed his eyes for one second. He had won both battles...the project and his family. *** The black car moved slowly through the streets of Geneva. Inside, the silence was heavy. Jonathan Monroe sat on the left side of the back seat, his jaw tight, his hands gripping his cane. Beside him, Caleb stared out the window, his face pale and angry. The reporters’ voices still echoed in Caleb’s mind: “NovaCorp disqualified for sabotage!” “Blackspire wins Geneva Link!”

I told him, looking around to see if Mr- Crap. I didn't even get his name. “Who?” “I don’t know. He’s really tall, had a black trench coat. He had a scar on his eye, it was a different color from the other one—” Isaiah gasped, interrupting me. "That's the CEO Zeus Corp!" He whispered, looking around like he was about to tell me a secret. "They call him god. He's the richest man in Seattle and rumored to be in some dangerous mafia cult."