Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir

Chapter 2

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uiet she couldn't hear it over the wind. For a second,

ear window

ones and dark hair pushed back from his face. He wore a dark suit that probably cost more t

rapidly, in German. His voice was low, cli

g on the edge of the umbrella,

king, his thumb swiping acr

up. His eyes were a pale, piercing blu

. His voice was flat, d

l. The new tutor. I just finishe

red nose, the cheap boots that were leaving wet mar

obs now?" he asked, not to her, but to the

nly felt worse. "I'm a student at Ge

button, and the window slid back up, se

ettling in her stomach like a stone. She had never be

ouse opened again. Arthur hurried out, holdi

s. "Mrs. Black asked me to tell you that there are no

nted window of the Bent

o, miss. That is Mrs. Black's idea. The young master, D

ame fit him.

er than she'd thought. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket, the

on said, his voice carrying over the w

tiver, and something sharp, like ozone. It was expensive and cold. He

t from the open doorway. "This is

ad, just enough to look down at her. His expres

his tone implying

he Moody file. All the negative press.

d. Just for a second. Her eyes

. He walked into the house, the

The way Karon's face had tightened. There was something w

nd immediately, Miss Neal," Arthu

," Johana

in her bones had nothing to do with the snow outside. It wa

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“Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family. But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER-her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party. When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime. Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student. Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility. "We are ensuring her privacy." Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch. His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence. Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage. How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money? She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up. Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow. "I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her." She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."”