The Trillionare is Mine

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at happened. But as I stared into the bustling night of California from the high-rise window, my

eople. The betrayal cut deep, a twisted knife of anger, confusion, and raw hurt. The pain left me hollow, and that night, I did the on

p talking to Mark-the man everyone in California whispered about, the multibillionaire who owned Multiverse Books and a staggering array of other businesses.

a curiosity that seemed almost... personal. And, somehow, that look was what led us from

my stomach like lead. I could barely look at him as I dressed and left. The shame w

our paths wouldn't cross again. But

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me back to work, where I was an editor at a small publishing house. The day had started

cheduled to have a meeting with the Multiv

a wave. Multiverse

had to face him-professionally, at least. I braced mysel

ed Mark, his presence commanding the room instantly. Our eyes met briefly, and I could swear I saw a hint of rec

projects, and timelines. Mark's voice was calm, his tone confident. He seemed u

proached me. "Mr. Collins would like to speak with

ler office adjacent to the conference room. Mark was wait

ce measured, "we didn't ex

th the remnants of hurt from that night. "Ma

nted to ensure there are no misunderstandings. We're

g his gaze. "Of

e sense of relief, like a weight had lifted. Perhaps this was the clo

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ing with Mark more frequently than I'd expected, but our exchanges were always formal, almost distant. He was po

ing up my workday, my phone buzze

ils over dinner? I believe a less formal se

xpected, but his message was straight

e and when?"

stling city streets. Mark was already there, seated at a corner table with

e on such short notice,"

is tone casual. It felt strange, sitting across from him like this, discussing work in such an int

xpression softening. "Lydia, if I may

bring it up, especially not here. But there was a sincerity in his

ly above a whisper. "Thomas, my ex, he... betra

ul. "I understand. Heartbreak

an understanding. It was strange, finding comfort in someone who w

y the time we left, I felt like a burden had lifted. We were no longer just two people

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sometimes staying for a casual chat. He was still the same powerful businessman, but there was a warmth to him that I

ring to leave the office, I rec

ent this Friday? It's for a cause close to m

any of our previous meetings. Yet, his invi

eeling a flutter of excitemen

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d Mark near the entrance, looking effortlessly elegant in a tailored suit. He gree

ng," he said, hi

"Thank you. You don't

e of the most influential people in California. Mark stayed by my side, guidi

, his expression thoughtful. "Lydia, have you ever co

was going with this. "Are you saying

ips. "Perhaps. Or maybe it's just an excuse

was right. Maybe that night, as chaotic as it was, had

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sat in the quiet comfort of his car, I felt a warmth settle over me. There was some

oor, his gaze lingering on mine. "Thank you for com

ing easily. "I enjoyed

hing else he wanted to say. But instead, he simp

ight,

me couldn't shake the feeling

poken yet undeniable. And for the first time, I