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Just when I’m about to take a step towards the escalator, leading to the airport exit, another text pings inside my phone, causing me to look down, and instantly I frown when I see that it’s from Ava. Ava – What the fuck, man? What’s the meaning of all this? My brows scrunch up in confusion at the absurd text but it’s all cleared when I see a news article attached with it. I click open the attachment and nearly fall like a blob of mud on the ground when I read the headline of the article. ’FAMOUS ELUSIVE BILLIONAIRE, BLAZE HUNTER SIGHTED LEAVING HIS UNCLE’S MASQUERADE BALL WITH HIS FORMER FLAME, DIANA PIETRO’

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

I felt the hot liquid splash across my bare feet, but I barely reacted. “…the scandal rocking the nation this morning,” a woman’s voice said over the photos, “when pictures of a billionaire’s very public encounter with a woman of… let’s say, ‘questionable occupation,’ surfaced last night on TMZ.com. That very billionaire, Connor Templeton – of the famously rich family – will be joining us via live feed in just a few minutes from Los Angeles to explain his side of the story.” I sank weakly onto the couch and watched, my stomach churning, as more pictures of my enraptured face flashed across the screen.

I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother. Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none. He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold. I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me.

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

Meanwhile Xavier and Claudia had already recognized her voice and were only waiting for her to remove her mask in order to confirm their suspicions. When they were no other person to offer more than what Sarah had offered, the necklace was sold to her and at the same time she slowly removed her mask allowing everyone to see her face including Xavier and Claudia who were staring in shock and at the same time the whispering voices of other people filled the hall as people were surprised to see Sarah Jones one of the richest billionaire in Europe, they only heard rumors about her but never got the chance to meet her in person, but here she was presently in New York City, stunning and authoritat

Eva's infectious laughter filled the air, and Matt's presence was surprisingly polite and courteous as we settled into a cozy restaurant, the aroma of sizzling meat and spices enveloping us. As we placed our order, my gaze drifted to the TV above the bar, catching my attention. Breaking news flashed on the screen: "Billionaire, Braxton Bryan Purchases Priceless Diamond Necklace at Auction." My heart skipped a beat. The camera pans to the stunning necklace, its diamonds glinting under the lights.

There was silence, then he said, “You may not want to know who’s behind this... but you will. Meet me tonight. The old pier. Alone.” Before I could ask more, the call ended. Later, driving through the city’s foggy streets, I felt the weight of my empire on my shoulders. Being a billionaire meant having power, but also enemies who would stop at nothing to take you down. At the pier, the shadows were thick. I waited, eyes scanning every movement. A figure appeared—not Max. Masked, calm, and holding a device glowing faintly. “You don’t understand the stakes, Richard,” the voice said, mechanical and cold. “Want your materials back? Your project saved? You’ll play by our rules.”

5 years later "I'm Grace reporting here live at the Grand Silverman mansion. Anyone who is anyone in the show business, Wall Street, the richest and most famous are all here to attend a celebration party event that is being done to honour the late Lauren Silverman. From famous celebs, directors, rich businessman to billionaires from all over the world, they are all here at this grand luxurious mansion. And it is even being rumored that the president might be one of the honored guests attending. Apparently millions of dollars have been spent in hosting this party as you can expect nothing less from a party of this magnitude. From the tightened security of many man in black everywhere to the w

THE grand Charity Gala was the event of the year, hosted at the illustrious Diamond Crest Hotel. It was where only the wealthiest and most powerful gathered, billionaires, celebrities, and world-renowned influencers, all dressed to the nines. Crystal chandeliers shimmered from above, soft jazz floated in the air, and every corner of the hall glittered with elegance. The anticipation was palpable, not just for the donations or the luxury auction but because Oswald Escobar, the elusive billionaire, was finally making a public appearance, and not alone.