The billionaire , the ex and the fake fiance.
He’d intercepted the text through a private security contact, a favor he wasn’t supposed to call in.
His father’s voice flickered in memory, deep, unyielding. Trust is currency. Spend it once, and you never get change. The old man had died protecting the family’s empire from vultures just like this.
Zane opened another window, summoning a holographic map of transaction nodes. Lines flared between offshore accounts, a digital constellation of betrayal.
One branch connected to Cador Holdings, Cross Development’s oldest rival. His pulse quickened, but he forced it back to its steady rhythm. Evidence was not proof.