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she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

Later that afternoon, Alexander appeared on a global business news panel — scheduled before Sophie’s broadcast went viral. The host smiled too politely. And the trap snapped. “So, Alexander,” she said sweetly. “What does it feel like to be romantically involved with the woman destabilizing the aid sector?” The panel chuckled. Alexander froze for a second. Then leaned in. “Well, it feels like I’m dating someone brave enough to expose what you all profited from for years.” Silence. He smiled. “And while we’re asking questions — how much of your ad revenue last year came from BelleTech-owned holdings?”

the assistant was cut short by the disruption at the reception. "Let me through, do you know who I am?" Leah spat arrogantly. "Why exactly are you stopping me from meeting my Fiancé?." She suddenly pushed open the office door. Even with all the rumble, she still looked neat. Not a strand of hair out of place. He unconsciously compared Anita to Leah. Unlike Leah who was always too conscious of herself, Anita was free and lackadaisical about less important things. "Baby!"

Well, except Nolan. “And who the hell are you?” Nolan spat, his voice laced with venom, though his posture screamed insecurity. I knew it when I saw it. The man next to me smirked, his confidence radiating with a aura that was impossible to ignore. “Alexander Wolfe,” he said, extending a hand as though this was an ordinary introduction. “CEO of Wolfe Industries and new owner of Black Suits. Rubby's fiancé.” If shock could be bottled, I’d have enough to power the entire city. Alexander Wolfe? As in the billionaire mogul splashed across business magazines? He was the new owner Nolan had always blabbed about?

Justin sent him a death glare, “I don’t do women.” “You do men then?” “Don’t push it Mason.” He laughed again, “Come on Mr Santiago. You’re here to have fun aren’t you? You’re a single, wealthy billionaire with a crazy ex wife…for sure any woman in here would be delighted to go out with you.” Justin thought of it for a moment. He’s had his fair share of dating right after his divorce, from Russian damsels to daughters of well bred politicians, all disastrous than the last. There was no saying he couldn’t try again could he?

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

he stuttered, unsure he’d heard correctly. For a moment, he thought Theodore was joking — though his boss was the last person in the world to make jokes. In all his years of working under Mr. Knight, not once had he seen the man show interest in any woman. Business partners, models, politicians — none of them caught his attention. Theodore was known for his self-control and indifference toward romance. People in the media even called him “The Cold Billionaire.” And now, he was asking Kevin to watch a woman? Judging by Kevin’s silence, Theodore could already tell what he was thinking.

The caption read: “In the year of purest love, he left behind the fiancée his family had chosen for him and crossed more than ten thousand kilometers to find me, all the way from Ashford to Westin.” The video went viral, and the comment section was filled with praise for their ‘beautiful love story.’ “It’s like a real-life forbidden romance! A billionaire chasing his lover across the world—so romantic!” “This plot feels familiar. The ‘billionaire-chasing-his-runaway-lover’ story just came to life for real! Ahhh!” “Rich men really are hopeless romantics. Where can I find a sugar daddy?” Then the messages appeared again. [Are these commenters even real? This isn’t romance, it’s an affair scand