Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir

Chapter 3

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it a momen

a silver tray with a steaming cup of tea. She set

ng. "He runs our venture capital arm in New York. The pressure is immen

, the heat seeping into her frozen fingers. "

arp, searching. "I hope you don't have any se

needed this job. She wasn't going to

he front door. Arthur appeared with her

her smile back in place. "

leather. Classical music played softly from the speakers. The partit

her eyes. The adrenaline was fading, leaving her

ow was still falling, but inside the car, she was untouchable. I

ext from her roommate, Chloe

? Did you sla

a thumbs-up emoji. She didn't mention Da

holding a martini, leaning against a guy in a suit. The ba

chasing the next rich boyfriend.

outside her dorm. "Thank you," Joha

pulled away, the black car

iet. Too quiet. Chloe's bed was empty, which wasn'

ow. She was the studious one, the

out her phone

you? It's nasty

She called. It went

he library," Johana

s, and soaked her feet in a basin of hot water in

g the syllabus for Alistair Black. She spent two hours crafting a detailed, ten-page PDF. She outlined th

email, addressed to Ka

oe still wasn't home. And

Hazelle agai

. It wasn't like Hazelle to

herself, turning off the lamp.

aw Dalton Black's pale blue eyes, looking right through her. And the feeling of his co

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Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir

Beatrice Wells Billionaires

“Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family. But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER-her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party. When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime. Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student. Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility. "We are ensuring her privacy." Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch. His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence. Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage. How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money? She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up. Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow. "I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her." She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."”