All Chapters of My mysterious billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THIRD PERSON POV:The neon lights of New York City flickered in the reflection of a puddle as Emily Carter rushed past. She was late, again. She tried to run as fast as she could, but once again she hadn’t managed her time well. She hugged her green jacket tighter against her chest to protect herself from the chill of the autumn air, her red hair was getting all over her face, while her glasses slipped constantly from the bridge of her nose. The late-night silence enveloping her with every hurried step she took towards the aging building that housed The Daily Chronicle. The paper that was usually her home, her battleground, but tonight, it felt like the scene of her impending execution. Her phone buzzed relentlessly in her pocket, a stark reminder of the deadline looming over her head like a guillotine. Emily knew what awaited her; the same grim faces in the editorial room, the ticking clock that seemed to mock her dwindling career, and the all-too-familiar taste of panic that no amo

THIRD PERSON POVAs the first light of dawn broke over the skyline, painting the city in hues of pink and gold, Emily found herself standing at the threshold of her apartment, the events of the night still swirling in her mind. She wanted to pinch herself to prove that it wasn’t a dream, as it seemed that some kind of miracle had happened. The encounter with Alexander Blackwood had left her in deep thought, the unexpected turn of events leaving her with more questions than answers. Why did he find her? When did he see her? She thought that he hadn't even noticed her, but apparently she was wrong.Entering her apartment, she sank into the worn armchair by the window, her gaze drifting to the laptop still open on her cluttered desk. With a sense of renewed purpose by the night's events, she began to type, her fingers dancing across the keys as she chronicled the twists and turns of her encounter with the elusive billionaire. She didn't have much personal information, but she concentrate

Emily’s POVThe next morning dawned with a sense of urgency in the air. As I woke to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the blinds, I knew that I had a deadline looming over me like a dark cloud. Kevin's phone call last night served as a stark reminder that time was of the essence, and I couldn't afford to waste a single moment.Dragging myself out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint aroma of city streets wafting in through the open window. I poured myself a cup of coffee and settled down at my cluttered desk, my laptop open and waiting.As I reviewed the notes from my encounter with Alexander Blackwood, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him than met the eye. His charm and charisma were undeniable, but there was an undercurrent of darkness lurking beneath the surface, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. And I also couldn’t stop thinking why he had a rivalry with Victor. From what I gathere

Emily’s POV Startled, I turned to find Victor Sterling standing before me, his expression inscrutable as he regarded me with a piercing gaze. "Mr. Sterling," I replied, my voice betraying me. I didn’t want him to notice the unease I felt at his unexpected visit. "What brings you here?" He stepped forward, his presence filled the whole area with an almost palpable intensity. "I couldn't help but notice your… association with Alexander Blackwood," he said, his tone laced with contempt. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his disdain affect me. He was supposed to help me to unravel his secrets, and yet, here he was, telling me that I should not be talking to Alexander. "And what of it?" I asked, meeting his gaze head-on. Victor's lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Miss Carter. You've been poking around in places you shouldn't be, asking questions that could get you killed." I gulped and felt a chill run down

Emily’s POV I didn’t have enough information, but Kevin was pressuring me, and what I had was enough to stir the public. As I made my way to the office, my heart raced with a mix of fear and determination. I knew the risks involved in publishing the article exposing Alexander Blackwood's ties to the mafia, but I also knew that it was the right thing to do. The truth had to be brought to light, no matter the consequences. I wished I had more time to investigate further, but it was all I had, and it was time to publish it. I walked the streets quickly, I wanted to get to the office as fast as possible. But as I stepped out onto the busy street near my office, I felt a chill run down my spine. Something wasn't right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I scanned the crowd, my senses on high alert. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Alexander Blackwood. He was standing across the street, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers all over