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At his side was a girl in a plaid skirt, a backpack bouncing on her shoulder, chattering away as though she didn’t notice the chill that clung to the man walking beside her. My eyes narrowed. Recognition slammed into me. The rude stranger from yesterday. The man who sent my bag flying without so much as a sorry. Mr. Evans. Of course. Because my life wasn’t already tragic enough — the universe just had to make the brooding billionaire my neighbor. I muttered under my breath, “Unbelievable.” His head turned, sharp and precise, and our eyes locked. For a moment, something flickered there. Guilt, maybe. Or annoyance. He opened his mouth, voice lower than I expected. “About yesterday—”

However, I knew the basics. There was the internet for a reason. I searched up Harry Weiss and found out he was quite popular in the business world. He was an opportunist! He grew up with millionaire parents. He chose not to be associated with his parent's company and forged his own way. At twenty, he became personal secretary to a multimillionaire. Two months after, the multimillionaire dies and shockingly leaves all his fortune to Harry whom he met two months ago rather than his three children. Fishy, right?

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

She heard her doorbell ring. “I'm coming” she shouted from the inside. She opened the door and welcomed them into her house. “You can't even afford a good wedding, but yet you wasted money renting cars,how can a person be so foolish”Aunty Julie said. “Rent cars”Emily was surprised “no it was my…..” Emily was still talking but was interrupted by Elise. “Save us your explanation and get us something to eat, i'm famished” “Okay”Emily replied.

I did not want to spend another minute here, as a woman got up on stage and started to call the nominees for Biggest New Business. “The winner of this category started their business five years ago and in the first three years, they managed to rack up a whopping sum of two billion dollars worth of income, which has increased since those first three years. Ladies and gentlemen, the award goes to Pace Automobile, owned by Mr. Jaxon Pierce.” The hall was silent for a few seconds then became rowdy from the cheering around. Even I was trying to make sense of the situation when Jaxon stood up to take my hands into his, leading us to the stage.

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

Even their applause sounded expensive. We took a seat near the back. Julien kept glancing at me every few minutes, asking softly, “Are you comfortable?” I nodded, and each time, his gaze lingered a heartbeat too long before turning back to the stage. The author soon finished reading an excerpt from his latest book “The Strategy of the Few” , a deep dive into the economics of control. As people lined up for book signings, I listened closely, intrigued. The topic was bankruptcy, not as failure, but as leverage.

I shrugged with a smile and did not bother explaining further. There was no point in trying to explain it to these people. They only believed what they wanted to believe. At the end of the day, they were just too cowardly. I pulled out that psychology book and flipped through it again during my break time. It looked like this book really worked. The notes tucked between the pages were exactly the insights I had gained from putting it into practice. Every step precisely targeted the weaknesses of human nature. Those so-called “rich guy” rumors were nothing more than illusions the masses chose to believe.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.