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The son of a billionaire in disguise A rumor
Jason stormed into his office at "Rossi Enterprises," his face contorted with fury. The anger from this morning's breakfast still simmered beneath his skin that Maria dare humiliated him and cause their grandfather to look down on him. He was itching to channel it into something productive... namely, ruining his cousin and Rene, two birds one stone. Slamming the folder shut, he marched directly to his secretary's desk, where Alex was diligently typing away on her computer.“Hey!” Jason’s voice cut through the hall, sharp and commanding. “I need you to handle something for me.”Immediately, Alex looked up from her screen, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She met Jason’s fierce gaze, her eyes wide with surprise. “Yes, Mr. Rossi? What’s the matter?”Jason leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper as he spoke through clenched teeth. “I want you to start a rumor about Kia. One that will totally destroy his image in this company.”“Mr. Rossi, are you sure about this?
Last Updated : 2024-07-07The son of a billionaire in disguise Stacks of cash
Rene stared at Alex, trying to process her abrupt instructions. The tension in the room was palpable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the whole situation."Take a seat," Alex repeated, gesturing to a chair in the center of the room.Rene hesitated for a moment before complying, his mind racing with questions. "Why am I here? What's going on?"Alex remained stoic, her expression unreadable. "You're being assigned a task," she said curtly, her tone leaving no room for argument.Rene furrowed his brow, feeling a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. "A task? What kind of task?""You've been placed in the cash handling position at the financial department of the company," Alex explained matter-of-factly.Rene's eyes widened in disbelief. "Cash handling? But I... I don't have any experience in that. Why me?"Alex's lips curled into a slight smirk, though there was no warmth in her eyes. "That's not for you to question. Just follow instructions."Rene's heart
Last Updated : 2024-07-07The son of a billionaire in disguise Betrayed by another
Minutes later, after the transaction was done, Rene left the bank, the receipt for the deposit tucked securely in his pocket.Everything went smoothly than he thought it would. Yet, after he hailed a cab back to Rossi Enterprises, his mind was still buzzing with thoughts of the peculiar encounter and the weight of the responsibility he had just handled.It made less sense that the Rossi who hated him to the bone would trust him with such a position. But then again, it was Maria who did, and he wasn't sure if she was doing all this to prove to her family that he could be trusted.The thought of her helping him out to gain her family's trust made Rene smile faintly, feeling less trouble the more the idea crossed his mind.When he arrived and walked into the building, he spotted Alex in the lobby, near the receptionist's desk, a look of stress on her face as she glared at her watch.Rene approached her, his expression was stern as he called out. "I have deposited the money. Here's the re
Last Updated : 2024-07-08The son of a billionaire in disguise Prison life
The cell grew colder as the hours passed, and Rene sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the bars in front of him as he tried to reconstruct in his mind what had happened in those chaotic hours that brought him here. His thoughts kept backtracking to Maria... her silence, her coolness, and finally, her apparent betrayal. The jingle of keys and heavy footsteps of an approaching guard drew him out of this trance."Flores," the jailer called out. "Get up. Somebody posted your bail."When Rene looked up to stare at the guard, his face held confusion, and he mumbled, "Bail? But who?""Don't ask me. Just get your stuff and be grateful that someone has 25,000 to waste on someone like you," the jailer replied and unlocked the cell door. Slowly, Rene stood to his feet, feeling both relieved and suspicious. He followed the guard back to the processing area, where they returned his clothes. Slipping out of the orange jumpsuit, he felt a strange sense of normalcy return as he put on his cloth
Last Updated : 2024-07-09The son of a billionaire in disguise What's his crime
There was a long moment of silence between the father and son before Rome replied, "I knew someone would. Besides, you needed to learn a lesson about the kind of world you've stepped into. It's not a game, Rene."Suppressing his anger, Rene closed his eyes, trying to process his father's words. "And what lesson am I supposed to learn from being accused of stealing from my wife's family?"Sounding almost disappointed, Rome's voice turned stern again. "That you're in over your head. That family will eat you alive if you don't learn to navigate their games. I have paid a lot of experienced people over the years who taught you how to survive... You have had lessons from the best of the best. But now it's time for you to learn how to adopt."Rene let out a sharp breath, tension brought on by the weight of his father's expectations settling on him once more. "So what now? Maria's friend dropped the charges. Where do I go from here?""First, find out who set you up," Rome advised. "Someone w
Last Updated : 2024-07-09The son of a billionaire in disguise Who are you?
Gunnar sat in his cell, staring at the wall with a blank look. He was thinking about his mother and just how desperate their situation had become. The weight of allegations against him was upon his mind, like a great chain, binding each move he made.A key scraping around in the lock jerked him out of his thoughts. The cell door slid open, and a policeman stood there, expressionless. "Your mom's posted bail for you. You're free to go.""She what?" He muttered under his breath."Don't think you are in the clear just because you are a free man today. The fact that your mother has this kind of money to spend has only proven our suspicion further. There's no way she had fifteen thousand in savings as she claim. We are watching you, and the moment you slip up, we will lock your ass up for good.""Fifteen thousand?"Gunnar stood speechless, his eyes blinking. Slowly, he got to his feet and began to follow the officer down the hall, through processing, and finally into the lobby. There, stan
Last Updated : 2024-07-09The son of a billionaire in disguise Boss
Suddenly, Rene stopped laughing, and his expression turned serious. "You're right. I have no idea what you've been through. But what I do know is that people like us... those who have fought for everything they have... we have to be smarter. I've been set up myself, accused of things I didn't do. I'm telling you this because I know how easy it is to get caught in traps set by others."Taking aback by those words, Gunnar's anger cooled slightly, curiosity replacing his initial rage. "What happened to you?"Not sure if he could trust him just yet, Rene hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I married into a wealthy family, and now I'm being accused of stealing from them. It's all a setup, by this lady at work and a teller at the bank... I know if I can just get the teller to confess... ahh... but doing that is going to be tough... So, I kinda know how it feels to be caught in a situation where the odds are stacked against you.""Did you though... steal from them... your wife's family?
Last Updated : 2024-07-09The son of a billionaire in disguise punishment
As silence settled between the two, Gunnar studied Rene with an intensity that gave Rene almost a little discomfort. Though he was widely experienced with people and could read them easily, without a doubt, it was clear that Gunnar wasn't one whom a person could fool easily."Since you refuse to tell me your true identity, then will you at least answer me this much: do you have a plan?" Gunnar finally asked, breaking the silence.Rene leaned back, his fingers tapping out a rhythmic pattern on the table. "The plan is simple: get Erica's confession. She is, of course, the key to clearing my name and exposing the real thief."Gunnar's eyebrow rose. "And you think I can help with that... how?"Rene nodded. "Unless I'm wrong, you have connections, and your presence can be... very persuasive. And what I want to do here is for her to sweat without feeling in danger enough that she'd want to turn to the authorities."A slow smile spread across Gunnar's face. "I can do that."Rene felt washed
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The son of a billionaire in disguise Next steps
As the second tick by, Mr. Rossi stared at him in stony silence, the air between them growing thick and suffocating. The old man’s jaw worked, grinding slowly back and forth as he weighed the consequences laid so brazenly at his feet.Finally, he tilted his head ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible nod... like a viper sizing up its prey before striking."You overestimate your importance," Mr. Rossi said, his voice so calm it was almost a whisper. "Men like you are always so sure that the world will fall without them." He paused, then leaned in, close enough that Leonardo could smell the faint bite of expensive tobacco clinging to his breath. "It doesn’t."Leonardo’s expression didn’t flinch, but his hands curled into fists so tight that his knuckles blanched white."You’ve been useful, Mr. Varga," Mr. Rossi continued. "Valuable. I won’t deny that. But you're mistaking usefulness for irreplaceability." His lips twitched into a razor-thin smile. "And no man is irreplaceable."Leona
The son of a billionaire in disguise Him or Me?
With the speed of 60mph, Leonardo’s car screeched into the underground lot of the Rossi Enterprise tower, the tires shrieking against the concrete. He barely threw it into park before he slammed the door and stormed across the lot, his boots pounding like war drums. His vision tunneled. His fists ached to hit something... someone.Moments later, Leonardo burst through the revolving doors of the Rossi Enterprise building like a storm tearing through glass. The receptionist at the front desk barely managed to look up before he blew past her, a blur of black leather and fury.“Sir! Sir, you need to-!” she called after him, but Leonardo didn’t even glance back.An unlucky employee, arms full of files, crossed his path just as he reached the elevators. Leonardo shoved her aside with a brutal swipe of his arm. She cried out, the papers flying from her hands as she stumbled to the floor. He didn’t stop. Didn’t apologize. His boots thundered against the marble floors as he stabbed the elevato
The son of a billionaire in disguise Enemies piling up
The bar was dimly lit, smoke curling lazily toward the cracked ceiling fans, and the low murmur of conversations filled the air like static. Leonardo pushed the door open with a grunt, the heavy wood creaking in protest. He paused for a beat, letting his eyes adjust. It smelled like old whiskey and regret... fitting, really.He hated places like this. Hated the desperation that clung to the customer like a second skin.He scanned the room once, twice, his patience already running thin. Then he spotted a familiar, irritatingly eager wave from a booth tucked near the back.Benjamin. Grinning like a rat who just found a hole in the pantry, waving him in.Leonardo sighed hard through his nose, squared his shoulders, and stalked toward him, his boots thudding against the sticky floor. His leather jacket creaked when he slid into the booth opposite Benjamin.“Why did you call me to this shit hole? What do you want?” Leonardo demanded, voice low, sharp.Already drunk, Benjamin didn’t flinch.
The son of a billionaire in disguise Secret and whispers
The morning sunlight spilled across the marble floor, golden and warm but not quite enough to soften the tension thickening inside the Rossi estate. Even though it has been two weeks, the walls in the mansion still whisper about the day Jason was slapped and every soul knew about it now.Madam Rossi stood in the hallway, quiet and still, her silk robe brushing softly against her ankles as she listened to the muffled voice of her husband behind the half-open door to his study.He had been up since before dawn, pacing, commanding, orchestrating this celebration as if the fate of the family hung on the thread of imported seafood and ambient lighting.She took a sip of her coffee. Bitter. She didn’t flinch.Inside the study, Mr. Rossi was in full control mode.“I don’t care how rare they are, Alberto,” he snapped into the phone. “You find the scallops. Pay triple if you must. I won’t serve frozen shrimp like some sad cruise buffet.”A pause, then he waved his hand as if dismissing a perso
The son of a billionaire in disguise The end approaches
As his gaze darted across the room, Rene kept the phone pressed tightly to his ear, Gunnar's voice echoing again on the other end."Hello, boss."The words rang in Rene's ear, but he stood motionless, letting the sound linger for a moment longer than necessary. He could feel the stares digging into his skin, hot and prickling, as if the entire room was holding its breath... waiting.After another moment of silent, Jason's frustration burst first."We can’t hear a damn thing from over there!" he snapped. "Put it on speaker, Kia. Now. Let us hear it ring so we can know when he answer.""Yeah, come on," Juan added, arms crossed, leaning forward. "Let’s all hear what he has to say.""If it’s the truth," Luis said, with a crooked smile, "you shouldn’t mind sharing it.""He’s right," Bianca chimed in, her voice cool. "Let Mr. Gunnar confirm that you weren’t with Layla. Or should we be calling her instead?"Even Vittoria, usually more reserved, nodded. "If you want to proof your inocence, It
The son of a billionaire in disguise His truth?
The silence stretched, taut and expectant. The question lingered in the air like smoke... where was he this morning?Rene’s gaze swept the room, pausing momentarily on each face. They were waiting. Wanting. Ready to pounce.He could feel Maria beside him, her stillness louder than any words she could speak. And that silence... her silence, was what cut the deepest.He inhaled slowly, deliberately. “I wasn’t with Layla.”“Then who?” Madam Rossi’s voice cracked through the air like a whip.Staring at the stone-cold faces in the room, Rene hesitated, knowing full well the weight of the name he was about to speak. “Mr. Gunnar.”The room went still. Like a spell had been cast. Even the distant ticking of the grandfather clock seemed to pause.Mr. Rossi’s expression barely shifted, but Rene saw it. A flicker. Not a surprise. Not suspicion. Fear.It was enough.Rene locked eyes with the family patriarch and took a step forward, voice steady. “Yes. I was with Mr. Gunnar this morning. He reque
The son of a billionaire in disguise The question
The sun dipped low over the horizon as Rene guided the car along the winding road back to the Rossi estate. Shadows stretched long across the dashboard, golden light dancing on Maria’s face. She hadn’t said much since they left the restaurant.Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on her phone, screen dimmed but not turned off. Her thumb hovered near the edge, as if deciding whether to press the number or not.Rene glanced at her, his fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel. "You’ve been quiet."Maria didn’t look up."Everything okay?" he asked."Mmm.""That the same 'mmm' you give when you’re lying to me or the one when you’re annoyed at me?"She finally looked at him, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Neither. Just thinking."Rene tilted his head, eyebrows raised. "About?"Maria took one last look at the number glowing faintly on her screen. Then slowly, deliberately, she pressed the side button. The screen went black."Nothing," she said.Rene didn’t believe her. He didn’t pu
The son of a billionaire in disguise His side of the story
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Jason inside with his grandmother. The silence settled thick between them, unforgiving, heavy, like a noose tightening with each breath.Madam Rossi turned slowly, her gaze fixed on him with the cold weight of generations behind it."You should be ashamed," she said, her brows snapping together. "You stand there, hands in your pockets, watching your fiancée crumble under scrutiny... and you say nothing? You let her lie to you-to us. Do you think silence makes you honorable?"Jason’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.Madam Rossi’s lips curled into a scowl. "You are a Rossi. You were raised better than this. If Layla is slipping, you are the one who should rein her in. It is your responsibility to keep your woman in check."His nostrils flared. “And what about Maria?” he snapped.Looking away from him for a second, Madam Rossi’s eyes narrowed.“She’s married, isn’t she?” Jason pressed. “To a man who doesn't even act as a Rossi should. But do I see
The son of a billionaire in disguise Guilty
The sharp slam of Juan’s voice still echoed in Madam Rossi’s ears as she sat motionless behind her desk.Her nails tapped against the armrest... an erratic, frustrated rhythm. For a moment, she thought about pouring herself a drink, something dark and bitter to match the aftertaste of that conversation. But even that felt too indulgent.Instead, with a sharp breath, she stood.The air in her office was thick... thicker than it had any right to be. She needed out.Throwing on her tailored black overcoat, she moved to the door, pushing it open with more force than necessary. Her assistant, a young woman named Eloise, perked up from her desk outside, immediately rising.“Ma’am-”“I’m going for a walk,” Madam Rossi snapped without breaking stride.“Should I call for the car? Or-”“No.” The word came like a tense command. “Do not follow me.”Eloise froze, halfway to grabbing her clipboard. “Of course, ma’am,” she said softly, bowing her head.Madam Rossi didn’t bother to respond. She march
