Undercover Billionaire: Comeback City Novels & Stories

the crowd all looked confused but Venessa was staring at someone in the crowd. “You are the reason for all of these and we officially welcome you back to the family, Aurora,” “What!” Katherine's voice filled my mind. “Welcome our daughter, who we thought we lost, Aurora Clinton. The New CEO and heir to the Clinton's Empire. Welcome home Aurora,’’ Immediately fireworks filled the sky with Welcome Home Aurora written boldly. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. Aurora walked majestically towards the podium and hugged her parents. “What do they mean by heir?” Katherine asks, nonchalantly.

I stare at her for a moment, I really don’t, it’s been four days since the first story broke, the one that started this avalanche and four days of nonstop damage control, sleepless nights, and a reputation being dragged through the mud piece by piece, I don’t want to see anything else but this is work and ignoring it won’t make it disappear. “Show me,” I say finally. She hands me the tablet, and the video is already playing. “We have proof that, for selfish reasons, Mr. Derek Addams married Bella Abrahams to secure financial backing,” the entertainment news caster says smoothly, her tone laced with practiced neutrality. “The marriage, allegedly contractual, was meant to last four years, howe

That she’d dated me for two years and then, within weeks of the breakup, had appeared on the arm of my billionaire CEO. I framed it as an observation. It sounded, even as I was saying it, like something else. Marcus had nodded and refilled his glass and changed the subject and I’d gone home and slept reasonably well and woken up Monday morning and told myself it was just conversation. By Wednesday the shape of the story had reached Daniel.

My coffee’s gone stone cold, but I drink the last of it anyway, just to keep myself grounded. ‎ ‎When I close the file, it leaves a faint print of dust on my fingertips. ‎ ‎Damon Vale. Billionaire. Alleged criminal. ‎ ‎Somewhere inside that stack of paper is a truth that could ruin him—or save him. I don’t know which yet. ‎ ‎But as I lean back and stare at his photo one more time, something twists in my chest. Curiosity. A spark of challenge. ‎ ‎People like him aren’t supposed to fall.

“A date? With you? Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” “Don’t get any ideas,” I said dryly. “You’re my cover, nothing more.” “Of course,” he said, his tone far too smug. “But if we’re going to sell this, you’d better dress to impress. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.” I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision. “Just be ready by seven, Christopher.” “Anything for you, darling. This is going to be fun.” As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. If the Joneses thought last night was bad, they had no idea what was coming for them.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

Anaïs stared at the screen as the hashtag she paid for was replaced by a new one: #FireBornNotFake Camellia sat calmly at the Geneva terminal, watching the airport feed. Howard arrived in a navy coat, sunglasses, and the arrogance of a man who still believed he had options. He checked into the Phoenix guest suite under a pseudonym. But his room wasn’t wired for comfort. It was wired for confession. Sophie, watching from HQ, whispered: “Let’s see what secrets he came to bury.” Before the big address, Sophie walked the HQ floor.

"Old master Cabera asked his family members if they are expecting any guests but they all said no and who in his right mind will visit someone at1 amm? But they were all shocked when the man step out of the car it was known other than Kyle Roland Donald the Ceo of Donald's group of companies and even if the Cabera say they are rich they are no match to the Donalds when it comes to wealth. "When Nicole saw him she was very happy because she has always had her eyes on him but could not meet with him in person but now he is standing in front of her and in their mansion at this time. Then it will be the best time for her to shoot her shot so she walks to where he was standing. Pov

She was wearing a white flowy dress that stopped on her lower hip, and a pair of dark sunglasses that covered her eyes. She walked to me at a shrouded, majestic pace that reminded me of wealth. There was no doubt she came from a wealthy family. The white Versace dress and purse she was wearing reflected that. "Please help me, ma'am," I said as she removed her sunglasses to look at me properly. Right now, an opportunity was put in front of me. If I played my cards right, I may just be able to survive. "Miss you should go back to the car and—"

Bruno reclined his head as the woman performed an act that she excelled at: oral pleasure. She was eager to spend another night with the billionaire who had arrived in town. She had heard from other girls about his addiction to sex and other fetishes. As she felt the warmth in her mouth, she pulled back and smiled at the satisfied man.