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Julian said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "I own this building. I own the technology you just used for your puzzles. My company builds the fastest ships in the world." He pulled out a sleek, modern smartphone—a prototype from Thorne R&D—and placed it on the table, face up. "This phone," Julian continued, "can call anyone in the world. It can control my yacht from anywhere. If you lived with me, you could have this. You would have access to everything. Imagine: a custom-designed spaceship simulator, a laboratory just for you..." He watched for the expected awe, the grab for the phone, the spark of materialistic desire. Lucas looked at the phone, then back at Julian, his eyes clear. He re

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"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."

After all, Anna was a woman, and Frederick believed she couldn’t be entrusted with the entire company. “The majestic mansion is up for auction today… I’m not sure who will win,” Donya Agatha started as they ate. “Casa Valiente… in the highlands of Laguna?” Anna’s father asked, confirming. “It depends on who is sure to invest more money to showcase their worth. Hidalgo has the strength to bid, but it depends on the five wealthiest clans.” “I heard the estimated price for the purchase is over 100 million dollars,” Anna added. “Who cares about this small money for the sake of greatness for those certain elite billionaire families?” Cherry raised an eyebrow at Anna.

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

And so when he discovered her secret, as ruthless as he could be, he used it against her and in one snap, his supposed battle for dominance and victory became a chase for lust and slowly turning into love. Stubborn hearts refusing to yield, but their bodies speaking for them and yearning for each other’s warmth was the source of their tangled relationship. Can their lustful bedroom negotiations turn into unwarranted affection? Can the ruthless billionaire win over the heart of a stubborn woman? What could their blooming affection do when his own dark secret haunts him, especially when it is related to the Mafia world.

I make myself think. A man named Victor Hale has been watching me for two years. Before Ezra ever found that HR file. Before any of this started. Which means none of this began the morning Ezra knocked on my door. It began a long time before that, quietly, in the background of my whole ordinary life, while I was pouring cereal and paying rent late and thinking the worst thing that could happen to me was losing this apartment.

And opened it. My breath caught. Alexander was standing there. Alone. For a second, I couldn't move. He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and his tie was slightly loosened, making him look less like the polished billionaire my mother had introduced me to and more like the man who had been standing in my room earlier tonight. The man who knew. The man behind the account. Anonymous. My fingers tightened around the edge of the door. I glanced past him.

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However, they had erred in their pride. Leaning forward, Nicholas looked over the private documents his hacker contact had recovered. He went through internal memos, emails, and financial transactions until he came across a file that completely stopped him cold. A scam. An offshore account that is hidden. The laundering of money under the pretense of "philanthropic donations." His pulse was furious but steady as he exhaled softly. You got it. Reaching for his phone, Nicholas entered a secure number. A voice responded in a matter of seconds.