Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Long-lost Angels

George paced back and forth in his spacious office, the dimly lit room creating an aura of mystery. He glanced at his reflection in the glass walls, adjusting his tie with an air of precision. The next day was the billionaire party, an event notorious for its opulence and indulgence. With a sly smile, he dialed a number on his phone. "Hey, Joy," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I need an escort for tonight, someone who can make heads turn and hearts skip a beat."

I told her she was dead to me so what the hell was she doing in my house. Across from her sat Catherine Earnshaw, elegant and composed, her posture perfect like she had been trained for rooms like mine. Beside her was William Earnshaw, her father, old money, sharp eyes, the kind of man who had never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. The Earnshaws. Wealthy British elites. One of the richest families alive. The kind of people who didn’t expand into America unless they were planning to own something. My stomach sank. The last time my mother had mentioned them, she had spoken far too casually about how nice Catherine was. About how suitable she’d be for me.

“And the secret folder? The message about disappearing together?” He flinched. “That was real. But not the way it sounds. I created a backup escape plan. Ten million in an offshore account. New identities. Passports. Everything. It was never for me and Elena. It was for you and the kids. If the partner won, if something happened to me, I wanted you to have a way out. I was going to tell you when it was finished. I swear on my life.” I stared at him. “You were planning to disappear with our children and you did not think I deserved to know?”

Turning to her picture by his bedside, he picked it up, kissed it, and whispered, "good morning my little Isabella. I had the same dream again and as usual, it was beautiful, just like you. I have a very important conference which begins today in London. I know that if you were here, you would have been happy to come with me and give me a tour of your alma mater. No worries, I will still visit your school and think of what I can do in memory of you." After placing the picture back, Angelo got up, got ready, and left for the airport. He arrived in London an hour before the conference began and booked a hotel room closer to the hall. When it was a few minutes to the time, he went to the confer

“It’s about protecting his assets. The family wants to make sure the fortune stays in the right hands.” I looked at Damian, watching the hurt and doubt flicker across his face. “Is that true?” he asked. I nodded, blinking back tears. “They’re scared of losing everything. But I’m not going to let them win.” The room felt like it was closing in on us, suffocating and cold. I reached for Damian’s hand again, hoping he could feel my fight. “Damian,” I whispered, “we have to fight. Together.” Before he could answer, the door slammed open.

Jeffery was serving in the military overseas, he missed the wedding and a lot of other things over the years, this meant he wasn’t aware of the importance of her marriage. The Lyons and the Castillos, two rival conglomerate groups battling to hold major power in the nation’s economy. Several years oof unashamed rivalry and strategic battles due to the thirst of wanting to knock out the competition, they finally come to a truce- establishing a marriage between the heir of the Castillo empire and one of the daughters of the Lyons, this took years before a final agreement was signed by both CEOs. Both companies were able to dominate the market both in the country and overseas, knocking out any

explained Valdos, turning his gaze around Angel's room and sitting on one of the sofas that looked so comfortable. "Yes. My father is busy, so if you want to talk wine with me, it's the right thing to do," Angel replied, still flat-faced. He wasn't about to break out his smile to everyone, including Valdos. "No wonder Christopher's family is among the most influential billionaires. As I've seen for myself, your family owns all kinds of businesses that dominate the market," Valdos added with his hands intertwined between his wide-open legs, deliberately revealing the Rolex watch on his left arm worth billions.

It didn’t make it better our family companies where outright rivals, from centuries of trying to stay ahead of the other in the race for dominance. Tom Marlow, so desperate to walk in my limelight, had asked Angelina out as soon as we broke up. And she accepted knowing the friction between us, except they’d broken up a year after, and she’d gone ahead to date other business moguls. “Surely you’re not planning to stand in a corner all night,” Clarissa said, bringing back my attention to the group. She looped her arm through mine. “Let me show you the art installations. You’ll love them.”

"I want the portrait “. I whispered jokingly knowing Alexander was going to make it mine. For some reason I just wanted Daniel to feel worthless, I had not seen him in years but seeing him at tge gala spark hatred and mis wasn't left out. Alexander stood up to beat the price even though intruded pretending to stop him but Alexander dudnt listen, he made sure the portrait was mine before assuming jus seat back. I smiled, Daniel and Mia disgraced, Alexander was a business mogul way richer than Daniel. Daniel was no match for him, the auction ended and everyone else extended pleasantries other proposing a business deal and some ladies gossiping how hot the men were.