El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado Novels & Stories

He needed to look so utterly, fundamentally incompetent that when the hammer of the embezzlement charge finally fell, it would look like the natural conclusion of a man losing his mind. As Caleb, I was a ghost. As Antonella, I was the architect of his domestic demise. It started with the suits. Alaric’s wardrobe was his armor bespoke Italian wool, tailored to within a millimeter of perfection to compensate for his lack of a backbone. At 6:00 AM, while the villa was still nursing its gala hangover, I slipped into the laundry room. I had intercepted Alaric’s favorite charcoal-grey power suit, the one he planned to wear for the preliminary merger meeting with the Moretti representatives.

She stormed into the building, phone in hand, reading the latest headline. Bruce caught up with her, his voice low. “This is spreading too fast. Someone wanted the fake story to blow up.” Amy turned sharply. “Which means Liam bit. He took the bait .” “ Yeah , and now he’s using it to turn the board against you.” They pushed into the executive suite, only to be met with a smug , too-familiar voice. “Well, well. If it isn ’t the runaway heiress .” Celine stood near the conference table, looking like she’d just stepped off a designer runway . Sleek black dress, blood-red lipstick , and eyes like daggers .

What she saw made her breath hitch. A man was pinned against a sleek black car, his expensive suit soaked and clinging to his muscular frame. Two masked figures surrounded him, one gripping his collar while the other pressed a gun into his ribs. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, painting a stark contrast against his pale skin. Even in the dim light, Elena recognized him instantly. Adrian Blackwood—the billionaire whose name carried more power than the city itself—was fighting for his life. "We warned you, Blackwood," one of the attackers growled, tightening his grip. "Your money can’t save you tonight."

My voice sharpened, slicing the air. Sandra pressed on. “I wonder what he sees in you—” Another burst of laughter tore through me. “Sees in me? Oh no, sweetheart. The chance of that happening is less than zero. Try minus infinity.” My grin twisted into something manic. “Besides, your idol is already spoken for. Haven’t you heard? The man practically has a fiancée. Lifelong devotion and all that jazz.” A ripple of surprise swept the room. “Anyway. Mr. Valero must’ve made a mistake. Maybe the necklace was swapped with one from his fiancée’s collection. That’s all.”

Natalia waited behind, pretending to pack her bags, from the corner of her eyes, she watched and waited for Romero to be done with those that greeted and had small talks with him. “Finally.” Natalia sighed as Romero was about to leave, Wilson and Fiona packing their documents and tablets, “Romero.” She called, he didn't turn to acknowledge her, instead he was already reaching for the door. Natalia rushed to the door and stood before him, blocking his way, only then did they all see the revealing dress that Natalia wore. A small smile pulled up her lips as she saw the billionaire's eyes drop to her feet and his eyes dragged up to her face. But her smile fell as she saw his expression, a disgu

Yeah the mask lady, i nodded my head. She look at my face, i know you somewhere Elle said. "Yeah, we met at the club yesterday." "Yes!!, so you were that guy." "Yes i said." "Okay, Dante when is your friend coming." "Um.... Lucas here is the friend i'm talking about." "Are you kidding me." "No! Elle, Lucas is the owner of the sperm. I mean your child father." "Unbelievable" she said. "I'm Lucas Dimitri, i stretch my hands to greet them."

Marco answered suddenly, looking a tad bit frustrated. The sound of laughter suddenly echoed through the whole room, making me take a few steps away from the man on instincts. He slowly clutched his stomach, his body trembling as he let out a loud, hysterical laughter. André suddenly put himself between me and the man, making me frown in more confusion. "André fucking Wolfe!!" He exclaimed with a sinister grin on his face. "Who would have thought that this billionaire also runs a fucking mafia?" He gritted his teeth at the last word.

I slowly backed up with a frightened expression. I could see he was getting frustrated. "I'm a millionaire, I own this club and many more" he tried to persuade me. "I can't be persuaded, I'm not a cheat" I was still backing up amongst the people in the club. "I'm also a Mafia leader" he winked at me. I froze. You've got to be fucking kidding me, why me?.

How could he be disgusted of me using profanities in my speech when he did the most disgusting task any father would have never done in his life. So great of you Mr Williams! “you know me better”, I tell him smirking as I lean back on the couch comfortably. Releasing a sigh I look at him. “Why are you all dressed up and who’s coat you are wearing?”, he asks frowning clearly confused about the outfit am wearing today. No matter how badly I wanted to rub the truth on his face telling now am not Cassandra Williams and he don’t have a fucking right on me now but I kept quiet remembering Ivan's words.

This, he comes back in front of him and kicks him in the chest, throwing Arya's brother several meters back. Jeff falls with a thud to the ground. He writhes in pain, and Ayden enjoys it. He throws the weapon countless meters away from them and takes off his jacket, preparing to attack if necessary, but it doesn't happen. The rest of the bodyguards emerge from their hiding places and subdue Jeff. “Let go of me! This isn't fair!” he shouts angrily, trying to break free from their grip. “What are you trying to blackmail or rob your sister for again?” the millionaire asks snidely.