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Several results popped up, but one stood out—a luxury estate development on the eastern end of Grand Cayman, known for its privacy and exclusive clientele. "This might be it," I said, showing her the screen. "That looks right. Private beach, gated access, helicopter pad." She nodded slowly. "He showed me pictures once, bragging about how no one could touch him there. He was smart and stupid at the same time.." I watched the faraway look in her eyes. “I was in love with a man like that once…toolish concepts. He became rich with it…and the money got into my head and I spoiled everything.”

Xavier himself was a ghost. I opened my laptop and pulled up the G****e alerts I’d set for Morana’s name eighteen months ago. Before the gala and the marriage. Before any of this had a shape I could explain to anyone including myself. Forty seven new results since yesterday morning. I read all of them. The CEO announcement coverage first. Seven major publications running variations of the same story. Morana Mortaine reclaims Mortaine Patent. The prodigal heiress returns. The pharmaceutical industry’s most unexpected comeback.

His face grew serious again—but his tone remained gentle. “I bought a house,” he said quietly. “In Whale Estate.” The room went silent. Isla’s eyes widened for the second time that morning. “You what?” she whispered, hardly believing what she just heard. Whale Estate was one of the most luxurious and exclusive residential areas in the entire city—a place only the wealthiest few could afford. Why would he buy another house when they already had two beautiful ones? Gabriel looked at her and smiled softly. “I know that someday, our family will grow,” he explained. “So I made a plan. Once my wife became pregnant, we’d move into our new home—a place that’s just ours, built for our future.”

As my eyes scanned the words, my breath hitched. It was a final property deed. My grandfather’s estate. A massive beachfront estate in the countryside, left entirely in my name. My hands shook as I looked up at Mr. Anderson, unable to form words. He smiled gently. "Your grandfather had one final condition. If you chose to continue your marriage with Alex, this estate would be rightfully yours." Tears spilled down my cheeks as the realization hit me. My grandfather had left this for me, for my future. It was his final gift, his way of ensuring I had a home, a place where I could build a new life.

Sandra fell in line beside them. "It's so big." She muttered. "Sincerely. I really couldn't imagine it." Anna said. "The building has a large rooftops that can take at least five of the helicopters, so after we move, others would come, turn by turn." Gaia explained to them. "What happens in this building?" She asked. "It's an estate management building. It's owned by Lord Xandros." "Are you real?" Sandra gasped. "He's freaking rich." She whispered underneath her breath.

“So, you think that because I was a little underhanded, you can get away with causing me emotional and psychological trauma?” A little underhanded? Now that was the understatement of the year. The couple who used to live in Alisa’s apartment suddenly won a premium two-floor condominium in the new building across the street through a lottery they didn’t remember joining (the wife came over to gossip with his mom all the time, that’s how he knew), and five days later Alisa had moved in. Following his instincts, Jester poked around and discovered that the lot and the building belonged to a real estate company that was a subsidiary of Vega Natural Works and Land Development Corporation. Not too

“Before the wars. Before families like yours sold out the East. But now, we’ll turn it into something useful.” Her brows knit. “And what exactly is ‘useful’?” I smirked. “Money. Power. Stability. Everything your family pissed away.” She didn’t reply. But her glare cut deep. Good. Let her hate me. Hatred was safe. Hatred meant I could keep my hands to myself. We stepped inside. Dust. Steel. Voices echoing off cracked marble. Dozens of workers moved like ants across the vast skeleton of the estate, laying wiring, hauling security systems, welding steel into new foundations.

The man nodded and opened the passenger door for her, to which Anna thanked him and got in. She couldn’t help but notice how clean and new the car smelled. If she were materialistic, she would have been fawning over the beauty of the beastly vehicle, but she had learned her lesson. Jacob was also a wealthy man with beautiful cars, and he turned out to be a monster. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a towering building, one of the tallest in Australia: Reyes Estate Group, a real estate company owned by Tristian Reyes.

Lukas turned in Daniel’s arms, looking up into those pale, grey-green eyes that had seen the worst of humanity and yet were currently reflecting nothing but unyielding devotion. "We achieved the impossible," Lukas continued, his mind racing through the last twelve months. "We turned a bankrupt industrial wreck into a high-tech citadel. We navigated the hostile takeover of a multi-billion-dollar maritime conglomerate. We built a philanthropic shield that makes us invisible to the very systems that would hunt us down if they knew who we were. We created an estate that covers ten miles of wilderness, and we did it all while raising a hybrid apex predator." He paused, a look of profound, quiet w

Lucas walked toward the private elevator. The doors opened automatically. Before entering, he looked back at the residence. Three billion dollars. The highest property in Hilton Estate. Completely renovated. Completely private. And completely controlled by the man the world knew only as Milord. The doors closed. Lucas smiled. The Morgan fortune was gone. But his new life was only beginning.