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he said in a calm yet deadly resolved voice. I stepped out of the car, my heart suddenly filled with an immense dilemma. I gazed at Rex’s sturdy back through the salon building's glass door, which was beginning to open to welcome me. Did all this protection, luxury, and extraordinary support stem from the genuine love of a man named Rex Anthony? Or was this billionaire being kind simply to secure a perfect heir for his empire? This question lingered in my mind as I stepped inside the beauty salon, ready to be transformed into a deadly weapon.

This had to be some misunderstanding. Alexander Kane shouldn't know Vivian. Their worlds were completely different. Kind. Gentle. Ordinary. Alexander Kane was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. Cold. Untouchable. A billionaire whose name alone could influence stock prices. How could their paths possibly have crossed? Thousands of questions raced through my mind. Had someone investigated me? Had Alexander discovered something about my personal life before agreeing to this meeting? Did he know Vivian was my wife... No. My ex-wife.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

"I really--- I really need your help. My sister could die anytime soon." Her words touched a long buried feeling in me. Sympathy. I suddenly pitied her. Me, Ferdinand Steel pitied a lady. I didn't like the sound of that at all. Who was this lady exactly and why was I reacting this way towards her. So, what if her sister was on the verge of death, how was that possibly my business? Yeah, it wasn't my business. I shouldn't pity her right? "Are you that desperate to get the money for her surgery and the hospital bills?" I asked and she nodded firmly.

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

With that, she walked out of the mini lobby area with such a stiff gait that Chelsea wondered if her thighs were clamped together. Chelsea set her handbag on the ceramic desk and settled onto the swivel chair. She stared at the opulence of the mini lobby, wondering why life was so cruel to have distributed wealth so unevenly. "Here is a man having so much capital". That doesn't push me because my parents are fuckin rich as well. In all, Mr. Cruz is a billionaire as well. Chelsea sat still, waiting for Daryl to be seen at the office when her rape incident flashed in her mind. Tears strayed from her eyes onto her blouse, giving the spot a lighter shade.

After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?" "If you don't know, why are you here?" "Let's say coincidence." I couldn't go into details with her. As she was about answering, the stranger I slept with last night came in, "you." He was surprised to see me. I didn't move, I was shocked. "The billionaire is here." I heard whispers and all the girls were blushing. "Follow me," he said. I swallowed hard and followed him.

"So lethal, so perfectly matched to me in every way." I smiled down at him, letting my own predatory nature show. "Someone has to help you protect your empire," I teased, though my voice was rough with renewed desire as his hands slid up my thighs. "Though I seem to recall you promising to teach me some new techniques for handling... delicate situations." Nathan's response was to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerous billionaire, his touch both commanding and exquisitely tender. And I surrendered myself to his possession, knowing that together we would build something far more powerful than mere corporate dominance.

For me, it was the end of the world. I gripped the handgun tighter, the textured grip biting into my palm. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t a mercenary. I was a man who moved billions across borders with a phone call, who destroyed competitors in boardrooms with a signature. But none of that mattered now. My net worth couldn't buy my way into that house up on the hill. My influence couldn't shield Ava from whatever twisted game Nathan was playing. Tonight, the only currency that mattered was lead and blood.

she looked at Damien in disgust causing him to mentally screamed before leaving the room. “Now I’m listening,” she posed and looked at him with a bit of attention. “I was in huge debt with a lot of bad people. They caught up with me and beat me up leaving me on the road. The young billionaire Damien found me and helped me,” he started off, while mia paid lesser attention immediately after the name Damien flung out of his mouth.