Beneath The Billionaire's Shadow
think this is t
her side of the phone, but it was too late. The words ha
my decision settling over me like a
e from the bank was the last straw-if I didn't come up with something, my family's art gallery would close within a week. All the h
th worry. "You don't have to go through
second job wouldn't be enough. A loan wasn't an option. The one thing that stood between me and to
takes," I replied, staring at my reflection in the window.
omised an astronomical sum for 'a night with Lola Anderson.' It wasn't just about the money. It was abo
s, Lola. You're better than this.
gallery, for my family's future. My heart wrenched at the though
the tiny, aging art gallery on the corner of Main Street. It had bee
hose names graced the headlines. But I felt like a ghost in their world. I was nothing more than a charity piece,
shoulders. I could hear the chatter, the laughter, the clinking of glasses as the wealthy patrons gathered in the ha
n there
nder
ungest heir to the Kings Corporation fortune, and if there was anyone I didn't expect to be in that room, it was him. H
ere h
tood near the front, a cold drink in hand. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his
y shook it off. I couldn't afford distractions
out. "Next up, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special item. A nigh
er. I had no illusions about the nature of tonight. It wasn't about me; it was about wha
lars," the auctioneer called out, and t
uldn't even register the sum. Two hundred thousand. Three hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand. E
voice called from the front
t need to look t
nder
I didn't dare meet his eyes. I
?" the auctioneer continued, un
unaware of the growing whispers, the excited chatter. All I could t
her voice echoed, and then,
aking my palms sweat. It was the realization of what was happening. This wasn't just a transa
f in the chaos, I heard it-the vo
rs," Alexander said, his vo
ll into stu
t. This was no longer about saving my family. This
er's words rang out, but all I could hear w
been b
m? And at