Chased By The Billionaire

Lena Carter's fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart pounding in her chest. The cursor blinked on the screen, waiting for her final command.

Her breath was unsteady, but her mind was clear. She had worked for weeks on this exposé, gathering evidence, verifying sources, chasing leads that most reporters wouldn't dare to touch.

And now, it was time.

She hit publish.

A chill ran down her spine as she leaned back in her chair. The words were out there now, flashing across news feeds, spreading like wildfire.

"The Untouchable Billionaire: Damien Knight's Secret Deals Uncovered."

Her phone vibrated violently against the desk. First one notification, then another, and another. Within seconds, the article had gone viral. Comments poured in, emails flooded her inbox, and the website traffic counter skyrocketed.

She had done it.

She had exposed Damien Knight, the most powerful man in New York.

And God help her, she had just made an enemy out of him.

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Across the city, inside a sleek, glass-walled skyscraper, Damien Knight read the article in silence.

He sat in his private office, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the screen in front of him.

He read each word carefully. Slowly.

Then he read them again.

His expression didn't change. His jaw remained set, his posture relaxed. But the sharp clench of his fist against the desk told a different story.

Ethan Graves, his most trusted associate, stood a few feet away, shifting uneasily. "Sir, the media's already running with it. If we don't act fast-"

"Find her," Damien said smoothly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Ethan hesitated. "We could issue a statement, threaten legal action-"

"Find. Her."

Ethan exhaled sharply and gave a curt nod before leaving the office.

The moment the door shut, Damien leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin.

Lena Carter.

Her name rolled through his mind, unfamiliar yet now unforgettable.

She thought she had won. She thought she had exposed him.

She had no idea what kind of game she had just stepped into.

And she certainly had no idea who she had just provoked.

That would change soon.

Very soon.

Lena's pulse raced as she refreshed the article's page again. The number of shares kept climbing-tens of thousands of views within minutes.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her coffee, only to realize it had long gone cold. Not that it mattered. The adrenaline pumping through her veins was enough to keep her awake for days.

She had done what no journalist had dared to do. She had called out Damien Knight, the billionaire who moved through the world like a phantom-untouchable, feared, respected, and dangerously powerful.

Most people worshipped him. Others feared him.

Lena?

She had just declared war on him.

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her thoughts. Expecting another congratulatory message, she glanced at the screen.