The conference room buzzed with electricity as camera flashes continued to explode like lightning strikes. Reporters leaned forward in their seats, hanging on every word as this mysterious billionaire prepared to speak.The man standing before them was strikingly handsome, impeccably dressed, and carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to wielding tremendous power.Yemin stepped closer to the microphone, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room of journalists. When he finally spoke, his voice was clear, authoritative, and commanded immediate attention."Ladies and gentlemen of the press," Yemin began, "my name is Yemin Morgan, and I am the rightful heir to the Ashford family empire."A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The Ashford name was legendary in business circles, though the family had maintained an extremely low profile for years."That's impossible," whispered a reporter from the Financial Times. "The Ashford heir disappeared years ago.""How

In her cold prison cell, Katherine Shaw sat glued to the small television mounted on the wall, watching in absolute horror as her worst nightmare unfolded before her eyes.There on the screen was Yemin—her ex-husband, the man she had dismissed as a broke loser—revealing himself to be one of the wealthiest individuals in the world."Fifty billion dollars," she whispered, her hands trembling with rage and disbelief."Fifty fucking billion dollars, and I threw it all away."The other inmates in the common area were chattering excitedly about the press conference, but Katherine could barely hear them over the roar of fury in her head.Everything she had suspected, everything James had tried to tell her, had been absolutely true."I could have had it all," she muttered, tears of rage streaming down her face."I could have been the richest woman in the city, and instead I'm rotting in this hellhole while that gold-digging bitch Faye gets to enjoy MY money."She grabbed the prison phone and

In a heavily fortified compound across the city, the top three leaders of the Sphinx organization sat around a mahogany conference table, their faces grim as they discussed the bombshell that Yemin Morgan had dropped during his press conference.Justin Castellanos, the supreme leader known as M1, drummed his fingers impatiently on the table surface. "Gentlemen, we have a serious fucking problem on our hands. This isn't some nobody fighter we can just eliminate quietly."Roberto Santangelo leaned back in his chair, his cold eyes reflecting years of calculated violence. "The bastard just declared war on us in front of the entire world. We can't let this stand.""Fifty billion dollars," Matteo Valerio said nervously, still shaken from his encounter with Yemin. "Do you understand what kind of resources that gives him? He could hire armies, buy politicians, fund investigations—""Shut up, Matteo," Justin snapped. "I don't want to hear about how scared you are. We've dealt with powerful ene

The three men scrambled away, their faces red with embarrassment and humiliation, leaving Yemin to enjoy his meal in blessed silence.Meanwhile, outside in the parking garage, a private investigator named Frank Russo crouched beside Yemin's sleek black sports car. He had been following the billionaire for hours, waiting for the perfect opportunity to search his vehicle for any incriminating evidence."Come on, there's got to be something," Frank muttered to himself as he carefully picked the lock. "Nobody gets that rich without cutting corners somewhere."He slipped inside the car and began methodically searching through the glove compartment, under the seats, and in every conceivable hiding place. His employers had been very clear—find anything that could be used against Yemin Morgan, no matter how small.What Frank didn't know was that Yemin's car was equipped with state-of-the-art security systems. The moment the door was breached, a silent alarm transmitted directly to a specializ

The thugs immediately released the woman and hurried away, clearly not wanting to face the potential consequences of harming someone connected to Yemin Morgan.Faye rushed to the shaken woman's side. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?""I'm fine, thanks to you," the woman replied gratefully, straightening her clothes. "You saved me. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up.""What's your name?" Faye asked, helping her stand properly."Sarah Mitchell," the woman replied with a warm smile. "And you're Faye Langford, aren't you? I've seen you on the news.""Unfortunately, yes," Faye said with a rueful laugh. "The media won't leave me alone since yesterday.""I can imagine," Sarah said sympathetically. "It must be overwhelming having your entire life change overnight like that."Faye studied the woman more closely. Sarah appeared to be in her mid-twenties, well-dressed despite the attempted assault, and carried herself with a confidence that Faye found appealing."What