Undercover Billionaire: Comeback City 소설 & 이야기

I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified. “Damn girl, you hit the pot,” Callie whispers, looking all to impressed. With her lips curling into a mischievous grin and her green eyes twinkling. I make a strangled noise. “You’re telling me I had revenge sex… with an actual billionaire?!” “Yes,” Emily says, all calm and casual like she didn’t just blow my freaking mind. “Rowe Industries. Real estate. Luxury hotels. Scandalous PR team that works overtime. Ring a bell?”

The Shallows was a world apart from the sterile glass towers and marble floors Adrielle once commanded. Here, the scent of whiskey mingled with the haze of cigar smoke and perfumed desperation. Neon lights flickered in muted blues and reds, casting sharp shadows on faces carved from ambition and secrets. The crowd was a whirl of silk and steel — powerful men and women who made the city’s fortunes and its ruin in whispered deals and smoldering glances.

The betrayal had been almost as devastating as the loss itself. And now her daughter was engaged to Dexter El Camino. Of course she was. The circle of corruption remained perfectly intact. “Her name is Mia,” Dexter said. “I hired her through an agency.” I unclenched my fists, forced a polite smile, and bowed my head respectfully. Rage coursed through my veins, but this was the price of revenge. Cassie examined me with open disdain. “I assume you’re a professional,” she said coolly. “Do your job properly and don’t cross any boundaries.”

My heart raced, a mix of love and anticipation, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The beach was quiet, the waves lapping gently, the pines casting long shadows. I kicked off my sandals, the sand cool beneath my feet, memories flooding—our passionate night here, his hands on my skin, the paparazzi flash that sparked the TMZ scandal. Justin’s press tour, his family’s gradual acceptance, our Met Gala triumph—each had built us stronger. Yet Xiamond’s media shadow lingered, her Paris buzz a reminder of my old fears. Could I, Kayla Reed, once a waitress, truly claim this life with a billionaire?

“So where do you guys meet for your dates? It is hard for him not to be noticed. He is the hottest bachelor in town.” “He has an apartment in Brooklyn, just a few blocks away from here. We met there. I like the arrangement. I can check on Calvin in time if anything happens.” “He chose an apartment close to yours? That is so sweet for him to do that.” “He says it is just a coincidence. I haven’t told him about Calvin yet.” “An odd coincidence. I thought billionaires like him are only interested in estates in Manhattan. When do you plan to tell him about Calvin?” “Maybe when the right time comes? Remember how I scared a few guys away when they heard that I have a brother whom I have to take ca

’ He threw his phone on the bed towards me. As I picked it up, my breath hitched. The deadlines stared back at me like a death sentence. BILLIONAIRE CEO IMPLICATED IN FATAL HIT-AND-RUN COVER-UP. ‘Did you talk to the press?’ He asked me. My knees felt weak. ‘No.’ He let out a short bitter laugh. ‘You’re the only one I told, Liora. The only one I trusted. You’re the only one who knew.’ ‘I would never,’ I began to step forward instinctively but stopped when his expression hardened. ‘Sebastian, I swear on my life, I would never do that to you. It must be-‘

It was a hard-won battle, but they had come out on top. Ricardo leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. It had been a long and grueling journey, but they had emerged stronger and more resilient than ever before. Harley had just returned to the city after successfully finding another point of sales for her girls. She knew that she had to make a call to Johnny, the undercover cop. She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up."Hello, Johnny. It's Harley," she said as soon as he picked up the phone.

The first thing I see is my mother throwing me some deadly glares. And as I look back to where the commotion – more of a happy and loud cheering – is coming from, I see a man holding a small red velvet box, where a shimmering diamond engagement ring is. Everyone is cheering for the woman to say ‘yes.’ Now, I realize what is happening. Velice Clinton, the daughter of my parents’ self-declared enemy, is being chased by the multi-billionaire heir of the McGregor clan – who is with me a while ago. I feel a tinge of pain slowly dripping inside my chest. I don’t know why but I feel jealous all of a sudden.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO The Blackmail I stood there, frozen in place, staring at the figure in front of me. It was her, the same girl I had drunkenly slept with just few months ago. The memories flooded back, and I felt a pang of regret in my chest. I had paid her off and made her leave, hoping that I would never have to see her again. But now she was back. I could feel the fear creeping up inside me. I knew why she was here. She was back to blackmail me, to threaten me with exposure. I didn't know what to do or say. I was caught off guard, unprepared for this confrontation.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"