El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado の小説・ストーリー

And somehow that feels more intimidating than the dress. “What if I mess something up?” I ask quietly. Maya snorts. “You? Please. You’ve handled worse.” That’s true. Still, this is different. This is polished danger. Expensive danger. Smiling faces and sharp eyes and the kind of power that doesn’t need to shout. The kind Cillian wears like a second skin. A knock sounds again. Different this time. Heavier. My heart kicks once. Maya grins instantly. “That’ll be your psychotic billionaire mafia man.”

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

Nikolai said and bursted out laughing hard again and again. Anatoly found his laugh disconcerting. “What's the matter, brother? Cat got your tongue? Got nothing to say? Because I'm enjoying seeing you so speechless right now. And it's because you don't know anything! Anatoly Kiseleva, the proud billionaire and the mafia Don was easily deceived and used like a dirty old pawn and he didn't realize it until now. And he still doesn't know what fucking goes on around him.” Anatoly closed his eyes, clenching his fists.

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

Walking arm-in-arm with the most powerful billionaire in the city, I radiated a cold, blinding defiance. Across the room, standing near the grand ice sculpture, was Hector. He was dressed in a sleek tuxedo, a glass of scotch in his hand, and tucked securely under his arm was Jasmine. She was wearing a flamboyant white gown, practically screaming her ambitions to the world, her hand draped conspicuously over his arm—flaunting the diamond ring Hector had stolen from my vanity. Next to them stood Juliet, looking like a smug queen mother, sipping her champagne as if she had already won the war.

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

I looked around in fear, hoping someone would jump out and say it was all a cruel prank. I pulled myself a bit together and bent to pick up the pieces of paper scattered across the floor. The cold night breeze blew them further away from me and I shuffled around in anxiety, chasing to pick each one of them. I struggled with the breeze to catch the last piece of paper when a set of Lou*s Vuitt*n limited edition men shoes landed on the paper. I looked up and saw the same man from the gala earlier who had given me the envelope. He crouched down, picked up the paper, dusted it and handed it to me. His expression had changed. The charming, magnetic man I’d spoken with at the gala was gone. What s

I voiced out as Lucian stepped closer to me and grabbed my hand. “You are such a drama queen Lori Whitlock. Everything her is real, so tell me are you ready for the grand reveal?” he asked and I nodded my head at him, even though my voice failed me for a moment. “Yes Lucian..I'm ready but everything still feels unreal to me” I said, trying to adjust my dress. “That's how you know it's real. Yuur excitement and bring unable to believe it is what makes everything special Lori. So follow me” he said.