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"It's Selene's business. And now… mine." There was a brief silence. Then the man cleared his throat. "Alright… in that case, I'll just speak plainly." The tone of his voice changed. Not sad. Not angry. More like someone who had reached their destination. "I need money." I was stunned. Mr. Lucian smiled. Not a friendly smile. A thin smile that was more like a sneer. "You didn't even ask about your daughter." The man shrugged. "She's living in a billionaire's house. What else is there to ask?"

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

“And now onto the world of business, but what is business without a little entertainment?” And just like that — my world caught fire… BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN VOSS IN SCANDAL – MISTRESS CLAIMS PREGNANCY. Sources Reveal Secret Marriage Years Prior. Identity of Wife Unknown. What the hell? I stared, half-awake, half in disbelief at the words displayed on the screen in red. I felt my temperature drop as the room began to close in on me. “Turn that off.” “Sir—”

She knew it was the end of her peace. Her eyes met his. Julian’s bored expression didn't just change; it disintegrated. For a split second, the mask of the ruthless billionaire fell, revealing a man who looked like he had just seen a dead person walking. His pupils blown wide, his jaw tightening so hard. "Elara?" He breathed the name so softly it was almost lost in the swell of the orchestra music. But to her, it sounded like a gunshot. She didn't think. She didn't apologize. She scrambled to her feet, abandoning the tray and the glass, and bolted.

Instead, they were from her one night with Ethan, a night manipulated not out of love but rather as a strategic move to buy a future shrouded with wealth and influence. Her eyes blazed with vindictive satisfaction as she continued to read. The article was claiming that Rachel, a nobody who had struggled to make ends meet before making it big in her own tiny fashion brand, was an obvious fish out of water in the high, stratospheric air that Ethan's world dwelt in. And yet, Sophia's story insisted Rachel had seduced Ethan not out of love, but to buy her way into the uppermost echelons of society-those who required lineage and fortune-which, with her sordid past and poverty-stricken beginnings,

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

They'd been the only ones here at the Set's private headquarters when Alyssa Berry herself had appeared at their door, strutting into their lives on four-inch stilettos and complicating what was already the most complicated treasure hunt of their lives. Alyssa Berry. The fiancée of the late Vincent Rinaldi, the eccentric billionaire who'd hidden his fortune in pieces all over the world. This was the biggest hunt the Set had ever attempted to tackle, and it was proving far more dangerous and twisted than any of them had anticipated.

One look in his eyes the first day we met and I was mermerized. Being the sole heir to Jagex, one of the biggest oil producing companies in the whole of united state and also the owner of Fredo_ a fashion company, I couldn't help but call myself lucky to have someone like him. He was a kind of luck not all girl where fortunate to have. But he was still that same luck that turned into a nightmare after years of his disappearance. “Let’s get you ready for school honey” I smiled at her as I cupped her chin, but instead of smiling back, her face fell into a frown.

He asked. Of course, I trusted him. I trusted him to keep me safe. He won't do something like what Daniel did. "Of course." I said irritatedly. He was silent for a moment with a thoughtful expression. "And what if he's hiding something from you?" He asked. What is he talking about? "You know I don't believe you." I said. He straightened up and nodded. "Of course, you don't. But let me give you an advice, don't trust people like him. There are huge secrets here, Lily. Which you can't even imagine." He said with the same creepy smile.