The convoy moved through the city like a silent machine.Eight identical black SUVs glided along the streets in perfect formation, their engines humming softly, their tinted windows reflecting the evening lights of the city. Drivers kept equal distance between vehicles, changing lanes together, turning together, moving with quiet military discipline.Inside the lead SUV, Jason sat comfortably against the soft leather seat, one arm resting along the door as he watched the city slide past the dark glass.But behind that calm posture, his mind was racing.The streets outside slowly changed. The familiar roads he had driven countless times while delivering food began to disappear. The small shops and crowded markets gave way to wide boulevards, luxury boutiques, and towering glass buildings. The neighborhoods became quieter, cleaner, richer.These were places Jason had only seen in magazines.And now he was driving through them like he belonged there.He still had no idea where the convoy

Claire’s voice suddenly cut through Jason's thoughts. “I’d love to see your room, Jason,” she said with a small smile, her eyes bright with curiosity.Jason turned toward her at once, forcing a relaxed smile onto his face while panic quietly stirred inside him. “Of course,” he replied smoothly, gesturing ahead with casual confidence. “Follow me.”He began walking across the vast entry hall, doing his best to look like a man who knew every inch of the mansion. Inside, however, his mind was racing.His eyes swept across the hall quickly, searching for clues. Three separate hallways stretched away from the central space, each leading deeper into the enormous house. A sweeping marble staircase curved elegantly toward the upper floors. Everything looked expensive. Everything looked complicated.But none of it told him where the master bedroom was.Jason kept walking, pretending to lead with certainty while silently calculating his options.Then he saw it.Tucked into a quiet alcove near th

Claire stood frozen in place, her body as still as a statue carved from marble. She did not move. She did not blink. Her eyes were locked on Jason’s face with a fierce intensity, as if she were trying to peel away his skin and find the truth hiding underneath.The richest man in the world.Jason had just said he was the richest man in the world.Her mind rejected the words instantly.That was impossible.The richest man in the world did not spend his nights delivering takeout in a beat-up scooter. The richest man in the world did not live in a cramped storage room behind an old apartment building. The richest man in the world did not eat instant noodles for dinner and quietly endure humiliation from her family during every holiday gathering.None of it made sense.Claire’s face slowly drained of color until her skin looked almost pale white. Her lips parted slightly as if she had tried to speak but the words had frozen halfway out. Her breathing grew shallow and uneven, and the pulse

Jason turned away from the window and slowly scanned the enormous bedroom, his sharp eyes moving across every corner as he searched for a landline phone. He needed to call Cole. The wedding was only two weeks away, and there were plans that had to begin immediately.But despite Cole earlier announcing that landlines were installed throughout the mansion, Jason couldn’t see one anywhere.Frowning slightly, he began walking around the room.He checked beside the massive bed, then near the elegant sitting area arranged beside the windows. After that he moved toward a polished writing desk placed against the wall. His fingers brushed across the smooth surface as he searched for anything resembling a receiver or keypad.Nothing.Jason straightened slowly, confusion creeping into his expression.A calm voice suddenly filled the room.“Looking for something, Lord Jason?” the voice asked politely, its tone smooth and perfectly controlled.Jason stiffened, his heart jumping at the unexpected

Jason’s breath was hot against the shell of her ear, the words still vibrating between them like a promise sealed in fire. “You want me to fuck you tonight?” he growled, voice deep and rough lust. “I’ll gladly fuck you so hard you’ll be unable to walk for days.” Claire’s body answered before her mouth could. A fresh shiver rolled through her, tightening her nipples into aching peaks and flooding the space between her thighs with fresh heat. She arched beneath him, pressing her breasts against the hard wall of his chest, and whispered again, voice trembling with need, “I’m all yours, Daddy.”That single word snapped the last restraint inside him.Jason’s mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was nothing like the careful, measured touches from moments earlier. This was raw hunger; teeth clashing, tongues sliding deep, a low growl rumbling from his throat as he devoured her. One hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back so he could claim her more completely. The other yanked th