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Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

I don’t think the others noticed it because they were just laughing their asses out even if there’s nothing funny. “Someone once said that I’m more gorgeous when naked.” He shrugged as if telling me that I’m the one who doesn’t have taste. Wow! The hell! The week went by like a blur and finally it’s Saturday, the D-day. The biggest event in the country is going to happen. It's a masquerade ball with glitters, black and white motif. It'll be held in one of the biggest hotel here in the country owned by the Lacsamanas.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Getting inside my car leaving my brother and maya behind I was devastated, many things running in my head, did he plan to just use me and dump me because he would have known being this famous and hiding his reality wouldn’t last long. As soon as reached Miller industry’s head office, I made my way towards the reception asking for Ivan Miller. “I need to talk to Mr Ivan Miller, can you tell me the way to his office”, I state professionally. I could see from her eyes that she is judging me from my outfit. I mean who will come to a multi million company wearing a white shirt and leather pants with a bikers jacket and high boots. She might be thinking am some gang member trying to kill her boss.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

he said softly, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” ─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Age 43 | The Aurelio Marcone Retrospective | Chicago’s Annual Billionaire Art Gala The thing about betrayal was that it made everything clearer. The room glowed gold and white, stupid modern art hanging from wires, and paintings that looked like someone let a toddler loose with a brush and cocaine. Billionaires clinked their glasses, laughing too loud, talking too big. They all pretended to love art, but we all knew the truth.

Jason didn’t look at her, instead he focused on Antonio as his father mumbled, "Is everything ready?" "Yes." He replied quietly. “Good.” Antonio smile was faint. “Tonight changes the air.” The ballroom was almost impossibly full now... business moguls, foreign dignitaries, media magnates, and the kind of investors who didn’t speak unless a Million was involved. Dispite the romuors about Rene and Layla, words had spread faster than fire in a dry field that Mr. Gunnar might come, which is the result for the turn out. As the second turned into minutes, people started to gossip about it not happen, but then it happened.

His dark eyes flicked to the towering Thatcher Enterprises headquarters—a symbol of the empire that should have been his. He had planned everything perfectly. He had Nadia kidnapped at the precise moment to throw Theodore into chaos, ensuring the charity gala never happened. Yet, not only had his nephew rescued her, but the event had gone through—flawlessly. Twenty billion. Gone. Not stolen. Not mismanaged. Donated. Handed away to charity like it was nothing. And the event? Fifty billion gathered in one night. A record-breaking success. His jaw clenched. His men had assured him Theodore wouldn’t recover in time. They had assured him that Nadia would be out of the picture long enough to ruin

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”