Not Just a Billionaire

iltered through the crystal chandeliers. To most people, this mansion would be a paradise,

rp jawline, tousled dark hair, and piercing blue eyes resembled those of a man born to inherit an empire. But un

ess in front of other affluent families. The Cole family had built their empire from the ground up, transforming S.A.T.F.A.R. into a global force in scienti

door interrupte

e, called from the other side. Her voice was sweet, but Nathaniel knew that

in a long, shimmering gown, the very picture of elegance. Her eyes

ng cold about it. "Now remember, the Lockwoods are he

perfectly polite, there was no spark, no genuine connection. She was just another rich girl, gro

e," Nathaniel replied, k

would comply. She turned and glided down the stairs,

wn to the cityscape beyond the mansion walls. Down there, somewhere in the streets, life moved

he part of the billionaire heir, the face of S.A.T.F.A.R. But later, under the cover of

uld see his father, Edward Cole, in the center of the room, shaking hands and making deals, always in control, always the busi

s father, a rotund man with a booming voice. "Good to see you, son. I was just telling your

e. "Of course, Mr. Lock

he smiled at Nathaniel, a small, polite smile, but it was empty. He could see that s

hter. Nathaniel's mind wandered, thinking about the city outside, the people he truly felt

ballroom unnoticed. He headed straight to the garage, where his car-a modest,

and his family's expectations. As he neared the outskirts of the city, Nathaniel parked the car

the first time that day. Here, he was just another face in t

d a makeshift fire. As he approached, they greeted him with nods and smiles, know

," one of the men, Tony, called

e didn't know-or care-about the Cole empire, S.A.T.F.A.R., or billion-dollar

ght grew colder, Nathaniel forgot about the life

family and their world of wealth and power. But tonight,

as more th