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Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

My fingers trembled as I refreshed it over and over again, hoping for some kind of miracle. Soon, I realized I was done for. I already knew Brian was behind this because he knew my different passwords and even helped me run some transactions. I was happy I found a soulmate, not knowing I got my own nemesis. He hadn't just taken the company. He had also emptied every cent I owned, leaving me with a mountain of debt that I wasn’t even responsible for. I cried for hours but nothing was changing the fact that I was in trouble.

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

She looked tensed and angry. "Do you want a rightful answer or reality?" I replied, and she stood there, watching me, then crossed her hands and finally replied. "To what extent does a Holmes think money will cover his ass?" I exhaled and leaned on my desk. "Money is just a tool, a tool to whatever a Holmes desires. Money is the base we were raised in and the comfort we grow in. Its not about the luxury house, vehicles, trips or even hotels. Money is our freedom. It is a right that we obtain. Many people think money can't buy everything and they're right. Money buys sex, not love, friends but not company, marriage but not partnership. Someone like my dad took a lot of time and energy to buil

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“I’ll cut all connections with him and his companies. I only give my word once. If someone betrays it, they’ll never regain my trust.” “You truly are a wise man, Silvanus,” Yve said, her tone laced with admiration. “No wonder you’re the best among all billionaires.” Aeliana, from her peripheral vision, caught Yve glancing at her before leaning closer to whisper something to Silvanus.

“They’re coming after you because of me.” “They’re coming after us because of you,” I whispered. “You think your name protects me, but it doesn’t. It just paints a bigger target.” His jaw tightened. “I can control this, Elena.” I stared at him — the billionaire, the fixer, the man who thought money could silence storms. “Not this time,” I said softly. By noon, the internet had devoured every photo, every rumour. My art page was flooded with cruel comments. Some called me a gold digger. Others said worse.

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts

But the shadows hadn't disappeared. They had only grown quieter. --- In a sleek penthouse in Rome, a man scrolled through news headlines on a glowing tablet. > LV Groups Survives Scandal-Thanks to Bold Intern's Revelation Bella Bluefield: Rising Star or CEO's Secret Weapon? Xavier Louis Declines to Comment on Relationship Rumors The man snorted. His fingers tightened around the tablet's edge. "She's clever," he murmured, his French accent softened by Italian edges. "But reckless. And he..."