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His fury melted into fascination. "What is that data?" he asked, leaning over my shoulder. His scent—cold cologne and scotch—was a heavy distraction. The sudden proximity made my every nerve ending scream. "Vance's true vulnerability," I whispered, eyes glued to the screen. "His offshore asset. The key to the Cayman Islands account. If we get this, we expose the fraud, and Blackstream collapses." Julian's breath hitched. The audacity of my attack, the sheer nerve of breaching a major rival's secure financial archives, must have stunned him.

“One of these days, I was balancing his account books when I overheard two men who came to seek him out for an important business, speaking. A secret agency in the government was planning a sweep out because they were being targeted by the FBI. About four hundred billion dollars was going to be moved offshore. Now they were not going to tell the guy I balanced his account the full story. Just bits of it to gain help from him. So I told him when they left. He was so stunned by my loyalty, he decided I'd get a healthy percentage once he found a way to get everything. I provided a way out. On the day the deal went down, I was with him. He was stunned by how well I handled a gun. I'm not going t

written on the frosted windowpane by a four-year-old boy earlier that evening: H + M + L = HOME The "Billionaire’s Revenge" was over. The "Secret Baby" was a king. And the "Final Van Dyne" had finally found the one thing money couldn't buy: a Sunday morning that would never end.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

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.

A subtle green laser scanned her jade-colored eye, instantly unlocking the secure screen. A glowing map of Capital City’s financial networks appeared before her. On the outside, Harold Sinclair acted like a proud, untouchable billionaire. He drove expensive foreign cars, hosted private banquets, and bought Nicole designer diamond necklaces. But Robin’s private hacking software showed the ugly truth. Sinclair Enterprises was drowning in secret debt. Harold had gambled away millions on bad investments, and he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars every week just to keep up Nicole's lavish lifestyle as a top socialite.

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"

Tell him to meet me at the basement he says hurriedly, not taking his eyes off the image on the phone. The basement is his secret hideout. It's a place where he also keeps all his security tools and all his cash. It's five stories underground building just below his main garage. Over here, he keeps eighty percent of his money made from the clubs. That way, he doesn't pay tax on them. Smart move for a smart brain. He only sends twenty percent to the bank and even that amount makes him a billionaire. Only Pluto and Acid know about the basement and they have sworn to take this secret to their grave.

I said, leaning back, "what is he exactly? I mean, yeah, businessman, whatever but I've never seen him with a security team. He just walks around like he's untouchable. What if I had stuffed a pillow over his face in his sleep?" Sierra let out a loud laugh. "Maybe he's some undercover something. Though, rumor has it his granddad was mafia." I snorted. "So technically, he could be mafia-adjacent?" "More like mafia-distant-cousin," she mused. My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. New Bank Deposit: $4,000,000 I gasped There was also a note: "There. Don't ever bother me again, you bouncing rodent!"