Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 20

Chapter 20 Marriage of Convenience.

"Fifteen billion. And it's still climbing."

Luke sank into the couch. He knew his uncle had done well, but he hadn't realized things had reached this scale.

Fifteen billion. That wasn't far off from what the Bolton Group was worth.

The Boltons had spent generations building their empire, growing rich and powerful in the real estate world, second only to a few.

But Carter had built his fortune from nothing. In just over a decade, he had become a serious rival.

And if their grandfather handed everything to Carter, his worth would explode. He'd be one of the wealthiest men on the planet, not just in the nation

Luke's face drained of color. "How did we get here?"

Adam's voice was calm, steady. He watched Luke carefully. "You've messed up, Luke. Again and again. You've made your grandfather furious. And now, he feels like he owes Carter. If Carter plays his hand right, he could end up owning the family business." Luke shot to his feet, panic flickering in his eyes. "No! Grandpa wouldn't give the family to him."

Adam's lips twisted into a smirk. "Maybe not all of it. But if Carter takes the lion's share, what then? The legitimate heir reduced to a footnote, while a b*stard takes over. People will talk, Luke."

He let those words hang for a moment before speaking again.

Carter's wealth may be greater now, but you still have two things in your favor. First, you're healthy, unlike him. And second, your grandfather adores Chloe. If you two have a child soon, he will be more inclined to favor you. For Chloe and

his chair, his voice steady. "I don't have to spell it out for

door. "I understand,

my hand outstretched, catching snowflakes as they drifted down. They melted against my skin, slipping away just like everything else. A

it's too late

dead woman doesn't get

I was just a spectator now, waiting to see if the world would ever catch

Adam left, Luke's worry was written all over his face. Carter's

kept dialing my number. Again and again, the voice on the other end told him

hear him whisper, "Chloe, how long are you going to keep

thing. He thought it

hand gripped the prayer beads tighter, rubbing them like a habit he couldn't shake.

was that I was tied to those beads now. I felt his every touch, every restless

with Anna, every moment he spent with those

Morning came.

the dark suit I used to love on him. He chose the tie I had given him once, years ago. With a gift for my grandmother in hand,

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gently, "Mr. Bolton, has Mrs.

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chest tightened, but he hid it behind a cool mask. "She's probably at