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By nightfall, the story had already exploded across every platform on the internet. "BREAKING: Ethan Hartwell: #1 on Forbes' Most Eligible Bachelor List for Six Consecutive Years, Has a Secret Four-Year-Old Son." It spread like wildfire. Like oxygen catching a spark.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

“Rage Montez. He’s the owner of the fashion house. He’s my boss.” Tessa’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. “Wait—what? That Rage Montez? Liam’s—” “Yes,” I cut her off, not wanting to speak the truth aloud, as if saying it would somehow make it more real. “The father of my child. He doesn’t remember me, Tess. He doesn’t remember that night.” Tessa stared at me, her tea forgotten as she absorbed the weight of what I was telling her. “He doesn’t know? He doesn’t recognize you?”

In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as they placed their stakes in games no one else knew the rules to, and laughed with allies as they danced with foes. Shaking off the dark allure of the ballroom and remembering the tasks at hand, Reena hoped her wide eyed expression had not caught any unwanted attentions, but a burning feeling made her realize that she could not be more wrong, glancing arou

He laughed as he pulled away. Then, his voice turned cold. “Because I’m going to take that baby from you!” he shouted, his tone filled with desperation. “No! You can’t!” Amelia protested. Meanwhile, Sandra was thoroughly entertained by the scene. She laughed from her spot, watching as Tim and his men tormented Amelia as if she were watching a comedy movie. “Hahaha! Do you think you can do anything if I take that baby away from you?” the man mocked Amelia. “I am Arnaldo Alcantara, the sole heir of the Alcantara Group of Companies! No one can stop me. I’ll use all my wealth if anyone dares oppose me. That baby is mine!” he declared.

The small kerosene lamp flickered, casting shadows over the walls lined with family photos. With shaking hands, I opened the envelope. At the bottom of the page was a name I’d heard countless times: Lorenzo Matteo Illustre. The billionaire. Young, brilliant, and powerful — but also cold and ruthless. “Of all people…” I whispered, my stomach twisting. I looked around the room — the sofa my grandmother had saved up for, the photos of my late mother, the little garden Grandma still watered every morning. I couldn’t let this go. Tomorrow, I would face him. No matter how terrifying it was.

He smiled lightly at me. "This is the biggest among my ten mansions. I'm glad you like it," he simply said. Seriously, he has ten mansions? Is he that rich? He definitely is. That’s why he can do whatever he wants, because he has a lot of money. And that includes killing people. I felt terrified again at that thought, so my lips trembled slightly.

I quickly knock out an answer. I: ??? What are you talking about? Tana's response doesn't hit my phone until I'm climbing into my car. TANA: JC. The deal. I started the car and headed for Tana as soon as I got out of the Homegrown. Before I can type a reply, my phone rings. Tana. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I reply. “Um, honey, have you seen Perez Hilton yet? Because there's a picture of JC at the top, and he's buying a fucking engagement ring. He does nothing but smile.

Her eyes darted between us, her body tense. My father’s lips curled into a sneer. “Ah, the culprit makes her entrance. You must be... Araceli, isn’t it? The little gold-digger.” Are you proud of yourself, angel?” he continued, his words dripping venom, his tone condenscending “Did you see this as your mega chance, huh? What did you see in my son, a billionaire's bank account to lift you out of that cheap life of yours? A golden ticket out of the gutters?”

She looked at Hector but he just shook his head. I just shrugged because I had no idea why Zac is being moody all of a sudden. I couldn't see his full face since he is wearing his mask again. GALLEGOS MANSION Meet Hector Lawrence Gallegos: a half-Filipino, half-Spanish Mafia King from Spain, notorious for being a cold-blooded leader. Yet, he unexpectedly transformed into a passionate and warm lover after falling for the quirky Debbie Garnet and their romance brings out a whole new side of him.