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Gigi Jasmine swore never to love a man who wore wealth like armor. The ruthless games of billionaires destroyed her family, and she learned the hard way: power is poison. Then came Jason Jae. Magnetic. Untouchable. Dangerous. The kind of man every woman wanted-and the very man she should have hated. Against her better judgment, Gigi is swept into his world. But passion comes with secrets, and Jason hides the cruelest one of all: his empire was built on her family's ruin. As betrayal spreads through lies, fake friendships, and dangerous rivals, Gigi finds herself caught between two men: Jason Jae, the reckless heir who shattered her world, and a silent billionaire whose love has been watching her from the shadows all along. When truth explodes, hearts will break, and Gigi will have to decide which love-if any-is worth the cost of forever.
Chapter 1 The Weight Of Silence
New York gleamed like it had something to prove. Towers of glass and steel shimmered with light, limousines hummed along Fifth Avenue, and laughter spilled from rooftop bars where the city's elite drank away the midnight hour. Somewhere in that restless sprawl, Gigi Jasmine stood in front of her bedroom mirror, tugging a strand of hair into place, willing her reflection to look composed.
The woman staring back at her was polished, elegant, almost foreign. The black satin dress clung to her frame, its nimple byetstriking, neckline, while a faint shimmer from the necklace around her collarbone caught the lamplight. For a long moment, Gigi just studied herself, wondering if she looked like she belonged in the world she was about to step into.
Most days, she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere.
The collapse of the Jasmine family empire was years behind her, but the memory was still raw. Their fortune, their legacy, their respectability-all had vanished in the storm of ruthless corporate maneuvers she barely understood back then. Her father had never recovered from the blow, and her mother's quiet despair had etched itself into Gigi's bones. She had learned to smile through it, to keep her shoulders straight, but the truth lingered: she was a survivor dressed in borrowed armor.
"You're stalling again," Isabella's voice called from the living room.
"I'm thinking," Gigi murmured, reaching for her clutch.
"About what?" Isabella teased. "Which wine will they serve? Or how many hours will you last before sneaking out early?"
When Gigi stepped into the room, Isabella Hart was waiting with a glass of red in hand, auburn hair tumbling around her shoulders like firelight. She had been Gigi's anchor since college, the one who knew every fracture in her mask yet never judged. If Gigi was glass pieced back together, Isabella was steel-loyal, unshakable, always there to remind her that she was more than her scars.
"You look like the woman who owns the whole gallery," Isabella said, giving her an approving once-over.
"Don't exaggerate."
"I don't exaggerate. I amplify." Isabella winked. "And tonight is your night. Everyone will see it."
Before Gigi could respond, the doorbell chimed. Isabella smirked knowingly. "And here comes the other half of your fan club."
Sultana Bricks arrived in a rush of emerald silk and perfume. Her smile was dazzling, her hair coiled into a flawless updo, her heels clicking with confidence. She embraced Gigi, her nails pressing just a fraction too firmly against her shoulder, like ownership disguised as affection.
"Darling, you look divine," Sultana crooned, pulling back to admire her. "Finally letting your beauty compete with your brains. I was afraid you'd show up in a museum uniform."
"Nice to see you too," Gigi said lightly.
"Always a pleasure," Sultana replied, already gliding toward the wine Isabella poured without offering. She had a knack for filling spaces as she owned them, and tonight was no different.
As the three women settled into the cab that would take them to the gala, Sultana filled the air with chatter about who would be there, what to expect, and which men she hoped to catch the eye of. Then, casually, as if it were nothing, she dropped a name that made Isabella glance sharply at Gigi.
"Jason Jae might be attending tonight," Sultana said, her voice laced with sugar. "Can you imagine?"
"Jason who?" Gigi asked, distracted by the city lights sliding past the window.
Sultana gasped. "Jason Jae. Don't tell me you've never heard of him."
"I haven't," Gigi admitted flatly.
Sultana clutched her pearls dramatically. "The Jason Jae. Billionaire. Visionary. CEO of Jae Corporation. He built his empire on ruthless deals. He practically owns half this city. He's-" she leaned closer, her eyes glittering, "-a force. Men want to be him. Women want to be near him. And he doesn't give his attention to just anyone."
Gigi raised a brow. "Sounds exhausting."
Sultana's smile faltered for half a second. "Exhausting? He's the man every woman dreams of."
"Not this one," Gigi replied. "I've had enough of men who think the world bends to their will."
Isabella smirked. "Amen."
Sultana's eyes flickered with something sharp before she laughed it off. "We'll see, darling. We'll see."
The ballroom was a cathedral of excess. Chandeliers glittered overhead, throwing prisms of light across golden walls and marble floors. Waiters moved like shadows, balancing trays of champagne flutes, while strings hummed from the orchestra tucked discreetly to one side. The city's elite filled the room in a sea of silk gowns and bespoke suits, their laughter rising in waves, their eyes scanning for status, opportunity, conquest.
Gigi held her head high, her clutch pressed firmly in her hand. She hated these events, hated the whispers that always seemed to follow her. Once, she would have belonged in this room without question. Tonight, she walked through it as though trespassing in her own past.
"Breathe," Isabella whispered as they stepped into the crowd. "You look like you're marching to war."
"Sometimes it feels like it," Gigi replied.
They were stopped often, patrons praising her curatorial work, donors nodding approvingly at her selection of pieces. The compliments slid over her like rain on glass. She smiled, answered, and moved on. Sultana, meanwhile, floated from group to group, laughing too loudly, leaning too close, her charm bubbling just a little too eagerly.
It wasn't long before she returned to Gigi's side, her eyes darting toward the entrance. "No sign of him yet," she whispered, as though discussing a secret. "But he's supposed to be coming. Imagine it-Jason Jae, here in the same room as us."
"I'm still not impressed," Gigi said, scanning the paintings instead of the people.
Sultana's lips curved into a smirk. "You will be."
Gigi turned away, letting her gaze linger on a sculpture of fractured glass reassembled into a mosaic. It reminded her of herself-something once whole, shattered, pieced together again, still carrying the cracks.
She didn't notice the ripple in the crowd at first, the subtle shift of attention toward the grand entrance. But Isabella did. Her hand tightened on Gigi's arm, her eyes flicking toward the door.
Sultana's breath hitched. She leaned in close, her voice a low, giddy murmur.
"He's here."
Gigi followed her gaze.
A man had entered the ballroom. Tall, sharp in a tailored suit, carrying himself with a confidence that seemed to part the sea of bodies around him. Conversation stuttered in his wake; heads turned, whispers rose. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.
Gigi didn't know his name yet. She didn't care. All she saw was another billionaire striding into a room as though he owned it.
But fate had just brought Jason Jae into her orbit.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
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Chapter 1 The Weight Of Silence
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Chapter 2 The Empire of Jason Jae
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Chapter 3 The First Move
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Chapter 4 The Shadow She Doesn't Want
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Chapter 5 A Dangerous Obsession
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Chapter 6 Gigi.....
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Chapter 7 Jason.....
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Chapter 8 Gigi...
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Chapter 9 Bellamy's Tension
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Chapter 10 Guarded Truths
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Chapter 11 Jason...
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