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That money had funded his affair with Lisa, paid for their secret vacation to Paris, and eventually paid for the modifications to Nyla's car that made the brakes fail. This land had literally paid for Nyla's murder. Not this time. "Ten million?" The auctioneer looked around hopefully. "Anyone?" Silence. "Surely someone sees the potential here. Do I hear ten million?" More silence. People were checking their phones, clearly bored and ready for the next item. Nyla raised her paddle. "Twenty million dollars." Every head in the room turned to stare at her. The whispers started immediately, louder this time. Eric twisted around in his seat, his face dark red with anger. Lisa's mouth had fallen op

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

Hanan replied, “you’ve only made the down payment.” Sophie closed her eyes. “Then let’s finish the transaction.” Ethan received the leaked preview of the Truth Report in a private message from a ghost account. He read the bullet points. Belinda’s betrayal. The Crawford early funding. His own manipulation—named in neutral legal language but unmistakable in implication. He lost it. He shattered the screen. He screamed at empty walls. And then… He laughed. Because even if Sophie told the truth first… He still had the final card.

Reina Vale didn't bite her nails. Magazines were spread across the glass table. Business magazines with sleek covers. Then I saw it. Forbes. Adrian's face stared back at me. He wore a dark suit and looked powerful. Untouchable. The headline read: *Billionaire CEO Adrian Thorne: Building an Empire After a Tragic Loss.* After a tragic loss?

The entire tale would be one of a man so desperate, so pliable, that he was the perfect victim for a lonely billionaire—or the perfect individual to perpetrate a long con. As she rode down in the elevator, she leaned against the chill metal wall, a sob welling up in her chest. But she repressed it. There was no going back. The line was crossed. The bridge burned. Her revenge was done, a contained, flawless fire that had consumed everything it touched, even the last remnants of the woman she used to be. She had purchased her children's future with the cost of her past, and the cost was an empty victory that tasted exactly like damnation. ----

“Consider it a gift.” “A gift, or a bribe?” Dante lifted his gaze up to me, an unfathomable look. “Buying me expensive toys just to fuck with me?” “Expensive?” I chuckled, my hand sliding across his chin and cupping the base of his neck. “A mere 50 million dollar purchase isn’t a bribe, pet.” Then I leaned in, desire on the tip of my tongue. “If I wanted to bribe you, I’d buy you an island just to fuck you on it.”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I swallow. I’ve seen Nico angry in the past but I’ve never had that anger directed at me before. I take a step back. “I mean—” In one move, he lunges at me, pressing me against the wall as he towers over me in an imposing stance. “Listen here, Briann,” he spits out, “for the past one year you have been nothing but a baggage to me. A baggage passed down from your father to me and now I’m returning the favor. I wanted Arianna, you know that’s who I wanted. And in a twist of fate, I got you instead. Now you either sign those papers or you wouldn’t have fingers to have the liberty of making a fucking choice.”

Dario’s eyes narrowed, his expression angry and unyielding. “You think your money can save you? You’ve destroyed lives for your greed. There is no redemption for you. With a swift motion, Dario almost sank his claws into the billionaire but was blocked by Vraise once again: An action that he did not take lightly, he didn't speak a word extra and just attacked brutally. This was the day that Vraise got the shock of his life . The billionaire on the other hand, fell to his knees in slight relief from the fear but still could not move from his spot as it somehow felt like his legs were glued to that spot.

The movement drew both mine and Blue’s attention. “What are you doing?” I asked. She looked toward the television screen at Victor, remembering her years of manipulation and silence. Then she met my gaze. “I’m done letting him speak for me.” Something shifted inside my chest because this wasn’t revenge. This was something much deeper. This was a woman reclaiming ownership of her own story who had spent years surviving, rebuilding, and proving she didn’t need anyone to save her. And now she was ready to be seen not as Adrian Blackwood’s ex-wife or a victim but…..As herself.

“Julian’s terrifying when he’s motivated. Remind me never to make him angry.” That evening, Julian comes to the penthouse. Triumphant. “Did you see? Did you see Vaughn’s face in the arrest photos? Priceless.” “You saved us,” I say. “Saved everything.” “I protected my family. That’s different.” He pours champagne. Hands glasses to Lucian and Marcus. “Sorry, Ariana. Pregnancy. But we’re toasting your victory too.” “Our victory,” I correct. “Fine. Our victory. Over a billionaire fraudster who thought he could destroy us.” Julian raises his glass. “To family. To fighting dirty when necessary. And to Richard Vaughn spending the rest of his life in prison.”