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Her name was only mentioned when tied to legal matters and scandal roundups. She had become exactly what she feared. Irrelevant. Useless. She opened her last email account and typed a message. Not to Liam,not to Lucas,but to someone who no one expected. To:editor@newsexpose.com “I have a story to sell about a billionaire who ruined me and the woman he is still in love with.” She pressed send. She leaned back on the chair,clearly relaxed while waiting for a reply. If she couldn't be admired then she'll make sure they were questioned.

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

He let out a choked sound of pure agony and fell forward, his head landing in the gold silk of my lap. The silence that followed was deafening. Jake was gasping, his forehead pressed against my thigh. I could feel the violent trembling of his muscles through the fabric of my dress. The billionaire was gone. There was just a man, broken and exposed. I looked down at his dark hair, the broad shoulders now hunched in defeat. My hand hovered over his head, a part of me wanting to push him away, another part—the part that hadn't slept because of the dreams—wanting to run my fingers through the strands.

He stared at the glowing screen, the full, unbearable realization of how completely he had been played settling deep into his very bones. I did not stick around to hear his reply. I pulled the rough grey coat tighter around my freezing shoulders, turned the corner into the dark alleyway, and left the billionaire to face the catastrophic ruins of his own making.

That desperation was not love; it was obsession disguised as loyalty. So when his message came: “I am sorry to learn about this. Do you mind if I pay for it? I mean… I want to, so you could get treated.” I wasn’t shocked. Instead, I smirked, a soundless laugh pressing from my lips almost immediately. Predictable. That was the word. It was predictable, wasn’t it? I knew he would offer. I knew he would rush to send the money, hoping it would become his ticket back into my life. And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire.

A silver-haired billionaire couple, dressed in tailored cashmere and surrounded by a dozen elite security personnel, rushed toward the base of the stairs, their faces filled with an intense, emotional relief that they hadn't displayed in seven long years. "Oh, my sweet girl, look at what he did to you, look at how thin and pale you are after everything you suffered for that ungrateful man," the elegant older woman cried, throwing her arms around Vivienne and holding her so tightly that Vivienne finally felt the immense weight of her isolation melt away.

William begged into the line, his voice breaking into a ragged, desperate sob he couldn't suppress anymore. He slumped against the windowpane, pressing his forehead against the cold glass, looking out over the city that meant absolutely nothing to him without her. "Jane, answer me... please, don't do this to me. Tell me it's not true. Just answer the damn phone..." He dropped the phone onto the rug, resting his face in his hands as the first rays of dawn began to bleed over Manhattan. He was a billionaire, a CEO, a titan of industry—and he was completely, helplessly destroyed by his chief secretary.

He continued, "Mr. Orlov and Mr Cage frequent the same casino I do. It's where all these rich men go to escape their sad, miserable lives, betting away their fortunes while drowning in self-pity. I always knew that Mr. Cage was bitter, but I never realized how much until I sat down with him over a few drinks." Richard let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as if he found the entire thing ridiculous. "He’d go on and on about how his younger brother—Alex’s father—became a billionaire, built an empire, and then threw him out over one single mistake. Just one mistake, Reyna." Richard turned to look at me, as if expecting sympathy, but I just glared at him, my wrists straining against the ropes.

Then I never had to wonder again. Maybe he only regretted his actions because I became a billionaire. I could be taking care of him right now, buying him a yacht so he could sail the Mediterranean with my mother. Or maybe he genuinely regretted his decision, that it haunted him every day until he couldn’t take it anymore. Either way, it was the closure I’d always wanted. Maybe Siena was entitled to the same thing. The meeting had been set. I walked into their lair with my men in tow. When my men were asked to drop their weapons, we refused.

He squinted, scanning the lines again, his heart pounding faster with each sentence. His hands began to tremble like a patient with Parkinson's disease. “I know this may come as a shock to you, Zephyr. But you deserve it anyway. You have no idea how long I have waited for this day. The day you lose someone you love due to your stupidity. Did you think you could enjoy life after making me and my family your slaves? Not on my watch.