Billionaire's Tangled Fate

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In the glittering world of New York's high-class business scene, a young, ambitious billionaire, Alexander "Alex" Grayson, is known as the man with the Midas touch: every project he touches turns to gold. However, behind this success, he hides a dark secret that could destroy everything. When Alex faces the threat of bankruptcy due to an internal conspiracy within his company, he meets Charlotte "Lottie" Bennett, a talented, headstrong young lawyer with a dark past she's trying to leave behind. Lottie is offered a deal she can't refuse: help clear Alex's name from the scandal that ensnares him, in exchange for a large sum of money that could change her life. But as they work together, they realize that this problem is bigger than just a business scandal. Behind the scenes, there are powerful forces at play, threatening both their lives. Their personal secrets begin to unravel, making their relationship even more complicated. Can Alex keep his fortune, or will he lose everything, including Lottie?

Modern Revenge Lawyer Drama Romance Billionaires Forbidden love

Chapter 13 The Reckoning

03-06 04:57

Chapter 1 Scandal Behind the Scenes

"Alex, you need to see this. Now."

The voice of his chief financial officer, Mark, cut through the lively chatter of the exclusive rooftop party like a knife. Alex Grayson turned from the dazzling skyline of Manhattan, his champagne glass perfectly balanced in his hand, and met Mark's pale, frantic expression. Something was wrong-very wrong.

"Mark, can it wait? This isn't exactly the moment for-" Alex started, his tone clipped but calm as he gestured toward the crowd of elite executives, investors, and reporters gathered to celebrate his latest achievement. He had just accepted the "Entrepreneur of the Year" award minutes ago. The night was supposed to be a victory lap, not an emergency meeting.

"It can't," Mark said, his voice trembling. He held out his phone, the screen glowing with a breaking news alert from one of the country's top financial news outlets. The headline was a dagger to Alex's chest:

"Grayson Enterprises Accused of $200 Million in Funds Mismanagement: Internal Source Speaks Out."

Alex's heart skipped a beat. He snatched the phone from Mark's hand and skimmed the article. The words blurred for a second, but then they snapped into focus: allegations of embezzlement, whistleblower accusations, and, worst of all, his name plastered across every paragraph.

His jaw tightened. "Who the hell leaked this?" he growled, handing the phone back to Mark.

"We don't know yet," Mark stammered, his usual composed demeanor unraveling. "But Alex, this isn't just bad press. Our stock-it's plummeting. We're down 15% in the past hour."

Alex inhaled sharply, his mind racing. "Where's the board? Are they still here?"

Mark nodded. "Most of them are downstairs in the private lounge. They're waiting for you."

"Good," Alex said, his tone cold and sharp as steel. "Get them on standby. I'll be there in five minutes."

Mark hesitated, then added, "Alex... the reporters are already starting to ask questions. They're circling."

Alex's eyes flickered to the crowd behind him. The glittering party suddenly felt suffocating. He could see clusters of people murmuring, their gazes darting toward him. The vultures were already circling.

He forced a tight smile onto his face and clapped Mark on the shoulder. "Keep them distracted. I'll handle this."

As Mark walked away, Alex turned back to the glittering Manhattan skyline, the city lights mocking him with their unshakable brightness. He tipped the champagne glass back and downed the rest of it in one go, the expensive bubbly burning his throat.

The atmosphere in the private lounge was tense. The board members, dressed in their tailored suits and designer dresses, sat in a semicircle, their faces a mix of anger, fear, and confusion.

"Alex," began Victoria Hayes, one of the senior board members, as he strode into the room. Her voice was calm but carried a sharp undertone. "Care to explain what, exactly, is going on? Because right now, it looks like Grayson Enterprises is at the center of one of the largest corporate scandals in recent history."

Alex didn't sit. He stood at the head of the room, his presence commanding despite the chaos swirling around him. "The article is bullshit," he said bluntly, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. "Someone inside the company is feeding the media false information. This is a coordinated attack, and I intend to find out who's behind it."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "False information? Alex, the article cites financial records. Whistleblower testimony. This isn't just a rumor-they have receipts."

"Receipts that were fabricated," Alex shot back. "You think I'd be stupid enough to embezzle money from my own company? After everything I've built?"

Another board member, Richard Lang, leaned forward, his expression skeptical. "Fabricated or not, the damage is done. The stock is crashing, investors are panicking, and the SEC will be knocking on our door by tomorrow morning. This isn't just a PR problem, Alex. It's a crisis."

Alex's jaw clenched. He knew Richard was right, but he wasn't about to let anyone in this room see him falter. "I've already started an internal investigation," he said. "Our IT team is combing through emails, financial records, everything. Whoever did this left a trail, and we'll find it."

"And what about the media?" Victoria pressed. "We need a statement. Now."

"I'll handle the media," Alex said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "For now, our focus needs to be on containing the fallout. No one in this room speaks to the press. Understood?"

The board members exchanged uneasy glances but eventually nodded.

"Good," Alex said. "Meeting adjourned."

As the board members filed out of the room, Alex stayed behind, his hands gripping the edge of the conference table like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His mind was a storm of anger, fear, and determination.

He didn't hear the door open behind him until a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Alex."

He turned to see Victoria standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

"What is it, Victoria?" he asked, his tone impatient.

She closed the door behind her and stepped closer. "I know you're trying to put on a strong front, but you can't do this alone. If there's even a shred of truth to these allegations-"

"There isn't," Alex interrupted, his voice firm.

"-then you need to be honest with us," Victoria finished, ignoring his interruption. "Because if this spirals any further, the board won't just sit back and let Grayson Enterprises go down with you. We'll protect the company, with or without you."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat?"

"It's a warning," Victoria said, her voice low. "You're not invincible, Alex. Remember that."

She turned and walked out, leaving Alex alone in the room. For the first time that night, he allowed himself to exhale, the weight of the evening pressing down on him like a vice.

Hours later, Alex sat in his office, the city lights glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His desk was cluttered with financial reports, legal documents, and his laptop, which displayed the damning article on the screen.

He had read it a dozen times, searching for any clue about who might be behind it. But he had nothing-just a gut feeling that this was personal. Someone wanted to destroy him.

His phone buzzed on the desk. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Alex Grayson."

"Mr. Grayson, my name is Charlotte Bennett," a female voice said on the other end of the line. Her tone was calm, steady, and tinged with a hint of defiance. "I'm a corporate attorney. I think we need to talk."

Alex frowned. "If this is about the article-"

"It is," Charlotte interrupted. "And before you hang up, you should know that I have information that might help you. Information about who's really behind this."

Alex sat up straighter, his heart pounding. "I'm listening."

"I can't discuss this over the phone," Charlotte said. "Meet me tomorrow, 10 a.m., at the Bryant Park Grill. Come alone."

Alex hesitated. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't," Charlotte said simply. "But if you want to save your company, you don't have much of a choice."

The line went dead.

Alex stared at the phone in his hand, his mind racing. Who was Charlotte Bennett? And how did she know about the conspiracy against him?

For the first time that night, he felt a glimmer of hope. But it was quickly overshadowed by suspicion. Whoever was behind this wasn't just targeting his company-they were targeting him. And he wasn't about to go down without a fight.

The next morning, Alex arrived at the Bryant Park Grill precisely at 10 a.m. The restaurant was bustling, but his eyes immediately landed on a woman sitting at a corner table, her dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, a briefcase resting on the chair beside her.

Charlotte Bennett.

She looked up as he approached, her expression unreadable.

"Mr. Grayson," she said, extending a hand.

"Ms. Bennett," Alex replied, shaking it. He sat down across from her, his gaze sharp and probing. "You said you have information. Let's hear it."

Charlotte leaned forward, her voice low. "What I'm about to tell you could change everything. But first, I need to know-how far are you willing to go to uncover the truth?"

Alex's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at?"

Charlotte's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Let's just say... the truth comes at a price. Are you ready to pay it?"