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This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

I shrugged as she scoffed. "If you're really into being an independent woman, why don't you just ask him to start a big business for you? You won't even have to go to work, he will get you a manager and that's it!" She fused as I twitched my lips. "Have you ever checked his Networth on G****e? This young man has 800 billion dollars to his name and that is just an internet record, he definitely has way more than that in real life!" Annette said as my heart jumped, 800 what!? I didn't know he was with such an amount! He doesn't even act it at all!

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Forbes, Business Insider, the Times, all of them running the same story with slight variations in wording but the same devastating core message. Isla Brennan, my meek mute fiancée who couldn't even speak, had somehow landed Callum Thorne. One of the most powerful men in the city. A self-made billionaire whose net worth made my family's wealth look like pocket change. My phone had been ringing nonstop since the announcement went live an hour ago. Business associates calling to offer surprised congratulations that felt like thinly veiled mockery, their voices carrying that particular tone people use when they're enjoying your misfortune but pretending to be sympathetic.

It's their story. Three men. Self-made billionaires who built an empire from nothing. No family money, no trust funds, no elite boarding schools. They clawed their way up from the bottom and became gods in the financial world. I click through their website. Professional photos, corporate bios, press releases about their latest acquisitions. The names: Blackville. De Santos. Smith. No first names listed. Just surnames and initials in the corporate headshots—faces partially shadowed, deliberately vague. It's a power move. Mystery creates mystique.

After he left, I looked at the big screen in front of me, about to start my work when two ladies approached me. "Well, well. Who is this?' the first lady identified as Molly spoke. "I heard she got the job by luck. She didn't even have to work for it," the second lady, Benita responded and they both laughed. I sat, puzzled. What did they want? "That's how rich people do things. They're spoiled and do not even have to work for things like us poor folks," Molly said again. "But if you mess up, we'll teach you a lesson pretty face," she added holding my chin.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

she said, "but we've got a board to demolish." --- Downstairs, the situation room was buzzing. Elodie had brought in a snarky British hacker named Marcus-who insisted on being called Ghost. He wore mismatched socks and chewed on a lollipop like a six-year-old criminal genius. "So," Ghost said, projecting files across the smart wall, "your board of directors isn't just greedy. They're ambitious. Which is worse. Turns out a few of them have been funneling assets to a rival conglomerate run by-wait for it-Adrien Laurent."