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“Threats, over and over again Logan. That’s not like you. You’re usually more… subtle.” I let go of her arms with a sharp shove, stepping back. My fists curled tight at my sides. “I prefer you leave here right now before I forget I’m a gentleman.” She smoothed her dress like nothing happened, but her eyes glinted. “You can’t hide forever, Logan. Plus..I'm not scared of a man I once had begging me to stay in his life. Your little billionaire girlfriend will find out. And when she does...I'll be there to watch your downfall…” She trailed off, smiling, before walking down the hall like she’d already won.

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

“Your divorce… it was for the best. For my life, hers, and ultimately, what we were each meant to find.” A chill ran down my spine. His words carried a weight I hadn’t anticipated, cutting through the noise of my thoughts and the pride I had been holding onto so tightly. I had thought that by asserting my dominance, by showcasing my achievements, I could intimidate him, unsettle him, and maybe remind Velma of what she had lost, or perhaps what I still offered. But he didn’t blink. He didn’t falter. He wasn’t even slightly rattled by me or my empire.

“Who’s going to tell them? You? The tied-up heiress who conveniently disappeared after finally being discovered? No one will believe you, Lila. By the time they even suspect me, I’ll have erased every trace of you.” “You will rot in jail Randall, I assure you,” I spat, eliciting another derisive laughter from him before he spoke again. “Now you've known too much Lila, but trust me, you've not known enough. Given that I'm a nice person, let me enlighten you a little before your last breath,” he said with a sarcasm that made my stomach churn with disgust as I looked at him. “I specifically sent Victor to lure you here so I could kill you by myself and everyone would see for themselves that the

More than anything else she had said so far. “When we get home,” she continued, turning back to Cassie, “I’ll give you everything your parents left behind. Every document, every detail you’ll need to understand what’s really going on.” Frederick swallowed hard, his throat dry, the realization settling in like something heavy and immovable. His ex-wife… The heiress to the Blackridge empire. A name that dominated rankings, that stood at the very top, far beyond anything the Novarion Group could compete with.

She doesn’t look at me right away but I can feel the tension in the way she sets it down, like she already knows what’s inside. “Don’t let it get to you,” she mutters wiping her hands on a towel that doesn’t need wiping. That alone tells me everything I unfold it slowly I don’t rush anymore. I have learned that rushing only makes the hit land harder. My eyes land on the headline. Local Heiress Under Scrutiny After Traumatic Breakdown I don’t react at first I just stare then I keep reading. Unstable. Emotional. Not fit to manage large assets. Concerns raised about her mental health following kidnapping and postpartum stress.

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“You are the only straight female in the whole world not affected by this hotness,” Sarah grumbled. “Have you seen how sickeningly hot he looks on the covers of magazines? There should be a law prohibiting him from going anywhere wearing clothes. Not only is he hot, but he’s rich as hell. There’s an article online about the latest vacation home he bought. It’s this sprawling estate in Kensington, London. It cost him thirty-eight million dollars.” “Good for him.” Amelia deadpanned. “Why are we having this discussion again?”

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.