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He was late for his own appointment. Josephine and Conrad waited for about ten minutes. Just as Conrad was about to send a message to him, the door was pushed open. In came a man and a woman. The man was Zachary Lynch, and the woman was his translator. He looked like an ordinary worker with black-framed glasses and a blue suit. But the moment he extended his hand, he revealed the six million dollars Richard Mille watch on his wrist. He was a "low-profile" guy indeed. Josephine didn't recognize the watch. Conrad told her about the price.

"Yeah! And I know the girls are going to be furious if they ever find out. Look if you want me to, I'll return it." " Wait!" Weruche said, a bit dazed. "You want us to attend a party thrown by the one and only billionaire's son and heir, Karis Ilobi with stolen invites?" Brenda nodded. A slow smile curved her lips and mischief danced in her eyes. "Let's do it."

I told her as I scanned the items. “I’m Hannah, thank you, I’m sure it is going to be a real experience, I just started working as a PA at Rosewood Productions.” My ears perked up at her response, Rosewood Productions was owned by Lance Rosewood, one of the most powerful men here in Seattle. Though, he was known to be a hardheaded, and truly gruesome human.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

I asked confused as to why he was staring at me that way. “What is that monstrosity over your face?” He asked with an exasperated sigh. I drew the shawl closer unconsciously. “It's so that People don't know who I am. You should have worn a disguise too, you know?” I hissed, my voice low. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and went “I don't hide from the spotlight, Miss Thompson. I own it” He fucking said that to me. “Oh well, I know that” I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat, pouting slightly.

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”

Her phone buzzed again. Luca: Then come somewhere private. Sienna: That sounds like the beginning of a documentary about rich serial killers. Luca: You've really committed to this murderer narrative. Sienna: Because you keep acting suspicious. Another typing bubble. Luca: There's a charity masquerade tomorrow night. Sienna: A masquerade? Luca: Very dramatic. Monaco loves costumes. Sienna: You're already wearing a billionaire disguise every day. Luca: That was rude.

Where on earth would I find the exact shirt he had on? I discreetly looked at it to see if I could spy a logo or any distinguishing mark. But Ur was just a regular, plain white shirt. Damn! Could I even afford it? It looked expensive, like one of Atlas' shirts back at home. I bit back a sigh and nodded. “Of course,” I lied through my teeth. As soon as I spoke, Luca threw his head back, bursting into a loud, belly-deep laugh. I remained standing before him, my cheeks heating up more the longer he laughed.

Just enough to make me look like I’m not trying too hard. “’Looks like someone is keeping secrets now,” Olivia muttered as she paced a restless line behind me, her eyes glued to my reflection as if she were trying to solve a puzzle. “Okay, I did some digging online last night on that dress and guess what?”. She finally stopped pacing and looked right at me. “ This is the latest custom piece by Valentin Laurent in Paris. They only put out twenty of these a year, Emma. Twenty. They don’t just make this for anyone. It’s for elites only. I mean billionaires and super rich celebrities. And the necklace? I don’t want to go there, because even if I sell my soul I still can’t afford that. So you're