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She tapped on one and began, “I warned you before and I’ll say it again. There is nothing but trouble in his wake. Whatever you’re considering, don’t do it. You don’t want to be this man’s next victim.” “I know that too. Just read it out already.” “Fine! Ethan Riordan, age 30, is the secret billionaire of the Riordans. Rumors have it that although he wasn’t made the CEO of C and K, he has a secret business which he ran without the eyes of anyone.” Dali paused, her eyes fixed on Anna. “After his accident years ago that left him crippled, his public appearance was a little bit almost nothing, hiding in the shadows. He was in a relationship with a girl some years back.

She sank onto the couch, tea soaking into the cushions. “What do you want?” she asked. Voice flat. Calm. The way Alexander’s used to get when he was furious. “Twenty million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.”

The door was shut with a bang. I chuckled, mentally jotting down to search this Sebastian Ricci and hack a little into his life. Thinking of one billionaire, made me think of another one Alex Bianchi. I hadn’t met him after Tuesday, he probably worked in his office and didn’t trouble himself with coming to the third floor of fifth building where the technical security hackers sat.

"Nope, I just heard my colleagues talking about you. They said you were featured in the Forbes' young billionaires' list magazine, so you must be really rich." "Well, it's 8.5 million USD, to be exact." My mouth formed and 'o'. "8.5 million USD?! Wow!" "Yup!" The size of his net worth is just so huge. He seems to be hard to reach. He is the out of my league type. I suddenly felt myself as the lowest kind in this world. "Anyways, have you eaten yet?" he asked, changing our topic. I was holding my stomach. I haven't even had lunch and dinner yet.

It was Adrian Bishop, a billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and an unwavering obsession with Ethan's success. "Amelia, Ethan, how lovely to see you," Adrian greeted us, his voice dripping with false charm. "I have a proposition for you. Care to join me for a little game of chance?" Ethan and I exchanged a glance, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering in our eyes. We had heard tales of Adrian's high-stakes gambling ventures, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. We knew better than to underestimate his cunning and the lengths he would go to in order to achieve his goals.

“And I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that you’re a billionaire.” Sax suddenly laughed. “Striker and Cenric are billionaires. Of course, Linden is a secret billionaire. Don’t tell him I told you. I saw his tax form.” “Really?” Kye reacted. “You sneaky son of a—” I saw the pride in Skyla’s eyes and something else that sent my stomach knotting. Then, I watched how they interacted with each other. There was definitely a spark, but none of them figured it out yet. Or I was twisting it in my brain.

A lot of questions were in my head; most especially, wondering if the issue had anything to do with my meeting with Scott and the others. I got into Twitter and was welcomed by tons of notifications. Tags and mentions from blogs, Tweeps, and so on, filled my notifications. I opened the first Tweet I was tagged on and saw boldly: “FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE, @THEADAMJONES INVOLVED IN MULTI-BILLION POUNDS FRAUD. ALLEGEDLY RUNNING A FRAUD SYNDICATE” My heartbeat tripled. I couldn’t move for some seconds. I was still trying so hard to understand what was going on and I checked the next tweet, which read:

“I filter what I tell the public. As far as they are concerned, I like rock music.” “Do you?” “A little?” “What else do you hide from the public?” “A lot.” He glanced at me and his blue eyes shone as a streetlamp passed over us but it's the way they went dead immediately we were thrown into darkness that made me swallow. I looked away and ate another spoon of ice cream. “Who's always in control? The Beast or The Billionaire?” “Both.” He said without hesitation. “Come on. There has got to be a dominant.”

Lane International Office – 6:15 PM Sally slammed the tabloid on my desk with enough force to send my coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, dark liquid seeping into quarterly projections that suddenly seemed insignificant. The headline screamed in lurid yellow against a black background: "RECONCILED? Disgraced Billionaire Coleman Shares Tender Moment With Ex-Wife & Secret Love Child"

The grey-blue eyes which stared back at her were bright, yet dark and she still couldn't believe it was him; the same man who she'd met in prison and made her life feel like hell, was clad in a three piece suit which exaggerated his athletic build and chiselled jaw. And if that wasn't enough, he's getting married to Tessa Maddox; THE Tessa Maddox! "It can't be possible." Lena whispered, wallowing in her disbelief as her eyes read the tagline "The man, the myth, the legend: Thane Moneau's journey to the top." 'What top?!' her head screamed still not accepting the fact she was staring at a billionaire boss. The same Thane who is the son of her now dead boss. Her eyes strayed to the date on the