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“Apparently Mr. Richard has been using that method to siphon money from the company for years” “No way. Seriously? Mr. Richard is not that type of person ” she said wide eyed In disbelief. “Yea…Mr. Lincoln is coming, act cool” Kate said facing her computer “Miss Campbell” He stopped right in front of her desk “Yes sir?” She stood up so she could face him squarely. There was no way he was coming to give her good news “I believe you are in charge of the financial reports involving Josh Templeman’s water plant project” “Yes sir. I am”

He is wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt; the tattoos covering his arms are fully exposed. It amazes me how he is a big CEO who owns a billion-dollar company, and yet, under the fancy suits and sexy glasses, he's just a punk man at heart with his tattoos and great taste in music. Sometimes I think he is two completely different people when he's at work and when we're alone together. It's almost as if he has a secret identity. A sudden thought strikes me, and I do my best to conceal the wheels turning in my head from Atlas.

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Breaking News: Landon Pierce, the well-known rival businessman, has stirred controversy by spreading rumors about the famous secret identity billionaire philanthropist. According to Pierce, the billionaire’s entire charity work is nothing but a façade and a potential scam. The claims have sparked debate across social media, though no concrete evidence has been provided.” Rosy groaned, tossing the remote onto the table. “Geez, can you believe that? Why are people always trying to ruin the good stuff in the world?”

“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.”

Snorted at the last. I continued, “I’m back from the dead. Literally. And I have more money than their egos combined. But I need help with information. Accounts. Digital skeletons. Secrets. Hidden dirt.” He studied me. “You’re serious.” “I’m ten-million-dollars serious.” His jaw dropped. I slid a brand-new dime across the table. “That’s your retainer.” He laughed. Laughed so hard he choked on his latte. “Oh, Krystal,” he said, eyes shining now with something new. “I think this is the start of something dangerously beautiful.” I crossed my legs, one perfectly polished shoe tapping the floor of the coffee shop like a metronome of danger.

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The way she looked the night she told me - pale, her face crumbling under the weight of it. He's yours, Bryan. I've been called ruthless. Cold. Heartless. Maybe it's true. I've destroyed men for less than what she did to me. Five years. Five goddamn years she kept him from me. Lived her little secret life in some backwoods town, pretending like none of it ever happened. And now... Now she needs me. A door opens and I freeze. Dr. Patel steps out, a folder in his hand, his face annoyingly neutral. I've closed eight-figure deals with tougher negotiators than this guy, but right now, he holds all the power in the world.

“Poetic justice.” The letter continued for several pages after that. Regret layered over regret. Guilt that had no end. Then the tone shifted. “Now for the practical matters.” Dante exhaled under his breath. “Of course there’s more.” “I have a bank account,” Sienna read. “Swiss.” “Completely hidden.” She paused slightly. “$100 million.” Dante didn’t react immediately. But he didn’t need to. “That’s what I called my blood money.”

She pulled out the top sheet of paper and began to read its contents. (To Shasha ... Congratulations! You suddenly became a billionaire, hehe. Are you shocked ?, please calm down, I still have a thousand secrets that will make you even more shocked) Shasha read the first part of the sentence with furrowed brows. Shocked? Is there anything more surprising than being an heir in one night? Getting lots of properties and money deposits that even the zero numbers make her heads dizzy?. (Before knowing the other shocking thing, I hope you pray first, so that your heart is still healthy after you know everything. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and make