Secret Billionaire Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

The one directly across from me. Travis took the spot next to John, already deep in MIT talk. The rest of dinner was… a blur. Beth and John fawned over Evelyn. Asked about her travels. Her skincare regimen. Her perfume preferences. Dean and I sat quietly, our fingers intertwined under the table, hidden from view. His thumb kept brushing mine in small, steady motions. I barely spoke. No one asked me much. No one looked at me for long. I was just… there. The secretary who’d somehow found her way into a billionaire’s living room.

She had decided to stay mute, as she had plotted it all, how she had gone with Amelia’s phone being encrypted with chat between Henry and her. The thunder made a loud roar, sending a shiver down Lily's spine, her expression showing new will and desperation going stronger. Things shattered when his brother, who had just come back from the state, barged in. His countenance is visible with an unfathomable expression. He had been eyeing the Mafian throne for quite a long time, and he had been seeing her as his trump card until he heard the news too. “Get dressed!” “You're not going to be useful here!.

“Good enough to guess if you put fifty thousand on Sidewize Inc. today, you could have a million dollars by the end of the week.” “Seriously?” “It’s not a science. I have the instinct, but that doesn’t mean I abuse it. I earn enough to buy my freedom, but I’ll never be indebted to my own greed.” “You’re saying you didn’t buy that stock, even though you believe it’ll turn that much?” “Nah. I avoid it when I can. It’s an addicting rush.” She reached into her purse. “Let’s see if you’re right.” He glanced at her as she texted her brother. “What are you doing?” “Lucian controls my shares. I’m telling him to buy a thousand dollars worth.”

“Of course I know.” “But I wasn’t.” Lauren’s gaze narrowed. “What on earth...I definitely know that too Ethan” He hesitated, then took a breath. “I built something. A secret. Something no one knew about.” She frowned. “What kind of secret?” Ethan looked away for a moment, as if seeing it all again. “Three years ago, the exact day I found out who my real father was, My launched tech startup skyrocketed. It was just like your discovery...an AI system — like a digital brain — with robotics that can learn and think.”

He stood, unbothered, and reached into his wallet. He handed me the tip without comment. Two thousand dollars. I stared at it. “This is too much.” “Nothing is too much for you,” he said, already slipping his jacket back on. “No.” Then he left. No goodbye. No explanation. He came back two days later. Then again. Then again. Always private. Always prepaid, and the worst part was that it was always me. It stopped feeling like coincidence and started feeling like structure. The sessions were always professional. He spoke only when necessary. He controlled the silence, the timing, the end.

"I will personally extract the hidden vocal passcode from the driver before the Asian markets officially open tomorrow morning. Secure the perimeter." She casually disconnected the encrypted call, gracefully slipping the expensive phone entirely back into her pristine suit. She looked down at the violently shivering, half-naked billionaire actively bleeding out into the dirt. A completely new, unimaginably dark, terrifying smile slowly, aggressively spread across her flawless red lips. "It seems you are entirely full of completely pathetic surprises, Aryan," Kiara whispered softly, elegantly stepping closer until the pristine tip of her designer stiletto lightly grazed his heavily bruised, b

Ava stood beside Damon in the penthouse study. The city lights sparkled far below but the mood in the room was heavy. The documents from Emma lay spread across the large oak desk. Julian Cross. The secret son. The hidden VP. The evidence was damning. Wire transfers. Emails. Timelines that matched every leak and sabotage attempt. They had enough to move forward. But Damon needed one more thing. Confirmation. From the man who had orchestrated it all. He picked up the phone. Dialed the private number. The one Richard still answered despite everything. Ava squeezed his free hand. Her support silent but steady. The line clicked. Richard’s voice came through. Cold. Confident. “Son. Calling to surr

With no easy way out, I reluctantly agreed. Nathaniel led us across the ballroom to where his boss was standing. “Adrian Blackwood,” he told us, “the youngest CEO of Blackwood Corp. Worth billions. And get this he was voted one of the top ten most desirable men last year. One of New York’s most eligible bachelors.” I tried to look uninterested while Clara kept listing facts about him. “I think that’s enough info,” I muttered, giving her a look. He was standing by a long table with his hands in his pockets, his back to us as he spoke to someone.

Then he reached for one of the drawers on his desk and pulled out a thick envelope before sliding it toward her. Sophia stared at it in confusion. Even without touching it, she could already tell what was inside. Money. A lot of it. Her chest tightened. “What is this?” she asked quietly. The manager leaned back in his chair before answering. “It came from Mr. Hudson’s people.” Sophia felt her throat go dry. “They reviewed the CCTV footage and saw you entering the VIP suite last night,” he continued. “They instructed me to hand this to you personally.” Sophia slowly looked down at the envelope again, her fingers trembling slightly.