They Called Me TrashâBut I am actually the Billionaire Boss
Elias Voss, the reclusive CEO of Umbratech and the genius behind the world's most advanced defense technologies, has everythingâpower, wealth, and influence. But none of it matters.
Beneath his calm, ruthless exterior lies a man whoâs tired of thrones and headlines. What he wants now is something realâa partner, a family, someone who sees him for who he is, not what he owns.
However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he meets Luna West.
Luna, caught in a battle with her controlling family, proposes a deal to Elias: pretend to be her boyfriend for a while to keep her family at bay. What starts as a simple arrangement quickly deepens, as Lunaâs sharp wit and independent spirit draw Elias in, revealing a side of him he never expected to show.
While Elias hides his true identity as the wealthy CEO behind the facade of a humble salesman, Lunaâs family, especially her snobbish relatives, dismiss him as beneath them. But they have no idea that the "salesman" they despise is the very man they should be courting .
In a world obsessed with wealth and titles, Elias must navigate lies, loyalty, and loveâall while keeping his secret intact. But how long can he hide when the heart wants to be known?
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Chapter: Chapter 15Miranda's eyes blazed with fury. She took a step forward, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor."How dare you speak to me like that?" she hissed. "Do you even know who I am? My fiancĂ© is Fredrick. Fredrick Whitmore. The heir to the most powerful family in Crewstwick City."Luna blinked slowly, then let out a short, sharp laugh."Fredrick? That bastard?" she said, voice laced with mockery. "You mean the same Fredrick who tried to hit on me few days ago? The one I rejected so hard he nearly choked on his own pride?"Miranda stiffened. âYou wish. He wouldnât touch you with a ten-foot pole.ââRight,â Luna said with a smirk. âThatâs why kept forcing himself on meâ Showed up to my grandfatherâs party dressed like royalty, arms full of gifts, hoping to win me over. I guess he settled for you when I laughed in his face.âMirandaâs fists clenched. âYou think youâre better than me? Just because youâve got a pretty face?âLuna took a step close âNo. I think Iâm better than you because
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: Chapter 14Elias sighed, turning back to the quiet of the boutique, realizing that peace wasnât something he could bargain for tonight. Not while she was still standing there.âTrying to pretend you belong, are you? Walking in like some prince when youâre nothing more than a gutter rat in borrowed clothes.â He kept his eyes fixed on the midnight-blue dress he was holding, pretending not to hear. But she pressed on.âDo you really think showing up in a place like this is going to make people forget who you are? Or who you arenât?â Her lips curled in a cruel smile. âYou look like someone whoâs been scraping by on handouts.âElias turned slowly,meeting her sharp, sneering gaze.Miranda stepped forward, heels clicking. âHonestly, Iâm surprised they even let you in here. I mean, look at you. You couldnât afford the cheapest thing in this store if you begged on the street.âShe gestured around the boutique, here voice rising so other customers could hear. âYou degrade this place just by breathing it
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Chapter: Chapter 13Luna blinked. âYouâre not even the slightest bit bothered?ââI donât bother with men like Fredrick.âSilence stretched between them again.Elias leaned back in his seat. Luna looked like she wanted to argue moreâbut didnât.Luna sat in silence, watching Elias lean back in his seat with that maddening calm of his. No flinch. No frustration. Just the same un face.She pressed her lips together.It wasnât that she didnât admire himâshe did. More than she wanted to admit. But it was infuriating how little he seemed to care about his own reputation. About what this night could become.Seeing she couldnât persuade him, Luna gave upâfor now. But frustration curled tight in her chest. She wasnât asking for much. She just wanted to protect himâfrom Fredrick, from the vultures, from the whispers circling like blood in the water.But Elias had made up his mind. If he insisted on walking into the lionâs den, then she could do nothing except go with him.And at the very least, she thought, if he
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Chapter: Chapter 12Elias sat alone in his study, a quiet room tucked behind the east wing of his estate. A glass of untouched scotch rested near his elbow. He didnât drink while workingâjust liked the look of it.The tablet in front of him displayed quarterly reports. Supply chain delays. And the usual chaos of numbers. He scrolled through it slowly.Then he picked up his phone and dialed.âAdams,â he said when the line clicked.A pause. Then the voice answered.âSir. Good evening. Everything all right?ââJust needed an update,â Elias said, leaning back in his chair. âHowâs the vendor reconciliation going?âAdams cleared his throat. âOn it now, sir. Iâve been at the downtown office since morning. Still compiling the figures from East Asiaâs procurement files. Should have it on your desk by tonight.ââHm,â Elias said simply.Elias glanced at the corner of his screenâcamera feed showed his private office was empty. Quiet.Few seconds of silence passed.âYouâre at the office now?ââYes, sir. Just wrappi
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Chapter: 12He leaned back in the booth like he owned the air in the room. His lips curled into smirk.âFredrick Whitmore,The one and onlyâ he said, voice rich with ego. âalso the current reason your night just got interesting.âArrogant. Effortlessly confident. Like the mere act of introducing himself was a favor to the world.Mirandaâs eyes narrowed. âIâm only going to ask once,â she said coldly. âDid that piece of trash send you?âHer voice was sharp. She didnât bother hiding her anger.Fredrick didnât flinch. Instead, he stretched his arm out over the back of the booth, casually tilting his wrist. The Patek Philippe watch caught the light. He tapped it like he was checking the timeâexcept it was clear he wanted her to notice.And she did.Her gaze dropped to the watch. Then the Montblanc pen. Then his cufflinks. Diamond-encrusted. Classy. Expensive.She leaned in slightly, the corners of her lips curving just enough to suggest interest. The anger hadnât left her eyes, but it had cooledâ repla
Last Updated: 2025-05-21
Chapter: 10Miranda Crane walked into the reception of the restaurant with the sort of entitled walk only someone delusional about their worth could muster. She looked around, nose wrinkling in distaste. The place was cramped, dimly lit, and smelled like someone had dumped lemon cleaner over decades of neglect.It wasnât terrible. In fact, she had dined here before. But only under emergencies. And only when the cityâs better establishments had longer waitlists.Not that she belonged here.She told herself that every time she had to endure something so⊠beneath her. Miranda deserved marble floors, crystal chandeliers, imported champagne. Not this.She walked forward,âuntil her shoulder collided with something solid. There was a crash. Glass shattered.Mirandaâs expression froze before twisting into rage.She looked down. A waiter, a young woman, She was trembling, and scrambling to pick up the broken dishes.Miranda didnât give her the chance.She grabbed the girl by the arm. âWatch where youâre
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