The billionaire secret

York City streets couldn't cool the fire of curiosity burning inside her. She knew she'd touched a nerve, and it left her with more questions t

yes glued to computer screens. Olivia's cubicle was tucked away in a corner, cluttered with old notebooks, printouts, and stacks of unfinished articles. She sat down

mind was still on the heated exchange she had overheard between Alexander and

ion to Alexander Grant. She pulled up every article she could find about him, scanning for anything that hinted at a scandal or family trouble. Most of the stories were the same: glowing re

light. She bookmarked the few mentions she found and added them to a growing list of questions she needed answers to. One name k

s at her brother's side, but then, without warning, she vanished from the spotlight. No explanat

n, her phone buzzed on the desk. It was a message from one of her contac

having a meltdown at the Grant Towe

his mystery. Alexander's former lover seemed to be orbiting around him, more l

small coffee shop near the Grant Tower Hotel, a popular spot for the city's well-connected socialites and those who wanted to stay out of the public ey

Hotel in a hurry, a pair of oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes. Olivia watched as Lydia slipped into the back of a

k up any details from the staff. The lobby was as luxurious as she remembered from the gala, all marble floors a

lling out her press badge. "I'm following up on last night's charit

cultivated smile, seemed unfazed. "I'm afraid I ca

er. "But if there was any kind of issue that the public should be aware of, it would

ot at liberty to say much," he murmured, "but Miss Warren did seem... agitated. She had a

exander, and this time it had happened behind closed doors. She thanked the concierge and left the hotel, he

nstincts told her that the key lay in understanding Emily's sudden disappearance. She had always been close to Alexander, almost inseparable, unti

round from a distance, but that would only get her so far. If she want

rivate business events, exclusive to the wealthy and influential, and heavily guarded from the media. Olivia had heard r

t, a woman named Gabriella who had seemed friendly enough over champagne and small talk. Olivia began typing an email, requesting

his private functions but Olivia was determined. If she could get into

ould respond, but if she did, it could be Olivia's ticket into the world of Alexander

was wait and hope that her gamble would pay off. The thrill of the chase was in her veins now, and she