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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.

A company letterhead I did not recognize. Sterling Industries. Internal Memorandum. Confidential. The date was from the year before I was born. I read the first line. The following transaction has been approved by Charles Sterling. Funds in the amount of fifteen million dollars will be transferred to an offshore account. The purpose of this transfer is to conceal profits from weapons sales to a sanctioned nation. My stomach turned. I flipped to the next page. Bank records. Account numbers. Signatures. Charles Sterling's signature. Liam's father. I flipped again. A photograph. A man. Dead. Eyes open. Blood on his shirt.

I walked up to the window. Professionals were what they were. Someone spent quite some time making sure no one can figure out who's the real boss behind the money. "Cool," I muttered sarcastically. Nate glanced at me. "What?" "I can break it." Nate rubbed the back of his head. "Eventually." "When?" "I don't know." The silence filled the office again. Outside, some helicopters flew across the skyscrapers while thousands of regular folks continued doing their work. Meanwhile, somebody hid millions of dollars in legal constructions to prevent even the best of professional investigators from identifying the source.

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.

Sunlight fell in dusty stripes across the Persian rug. It was empty. Peaceful. Or so I thought. I walked to the fiction shelves, my bare feet silent on the rug. My fingers trailed along the familiar spines until they stopped on an old favorite: The Night Circus. A story about magic, secrecy, and a love that defies everything. I pulled it from the shelf, holding the worn cover in my hands. I turned around. He was there. Leaning against the far bookshelf, watching me. A leather-bound book rested in his hands, unopened.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

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

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

A smile spread across my cheeks as I read through the blog. “Sebastian Hartley, the soon-to-be CEO of the Hartley Group of Companies.” Everything good was written about him—aside from his coldness. But that’s expected, considering he’s a billionaire. “Can I share in your joy?” Zara asked, drawing my attention. “It’s nothing,” I lied. She admires Sebastian too—so much that she’d want him between her thighs. “Oh, okay,” she muttered. I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog.

Hilda closed the door, came to stand by my side, folded her arms defensively and glared at Catalina. “Well, there is this waterfront property that will soon go on auction. Now I am very, very interested in that property. But you know it's a man's world and my brother, your fiancée, whom you're cheating on-” I rolled my eyes. “-is also interested in that property and because he has more connections than me. He managed to block me from knowing anything about that property.” “Now I heard that the auctioneers have sent out private envelopes to each potential buyer stating time and venue and that's what I want. If you can get that for me in the next three days, then your secret is safe with me.”