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The Billionaire's plaything

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Billionaire's PlaythingJade Williams is not looking for trouble. She is looking for a paycheck. With a sick father and bills that do not stop coming, her job at Hartwell Corp is not a career — it is a lifeline. She keeps her head down, does her work better than anyone around her, and asks for nothing extra. That is the plan. It was a good plan until Cole Hartwell stepped out of an elevator and changed the temperature of the room.Cole is everything Jade does not need in her life right now. Self-made, ruthless, and used to getting exactly what he wants. He built an empire from scratch just to prove he did not need his father's name to do it. He is the kind of man who walks into a room and owns it without trying. The kind of man who has never heard the word no and had it stick.Then he finds Jade's file.Her work is exceptional. Her face stops him cold. He pulls her into a boardroom without warning, puts her on the spot in front of investors, and watches her hold the room like she has been doing it her whole life. He offers her money. She declines. He offers her a promotion. She declines. He takes her to the most expensive restaurant in the city and she walks out before the food arrives. Every time he reaches for her with power and money she takes a step back, and Cole Hartwell does not know what to do with that. She is the first person in a long time who behaves like he has nothing to offer, and it gets under his skin in a way he cannot shake.But Cole pushes too far. He has her followed. He shows up at her apartment uninvited with henchmen in tow. He uses her father's illness as leverage at the dinner table. He is so used to controlling outcomes that he does not notice how far over the line he has gone until Jade walks out of that restaurant and does not come back.And then she is kidnapped off the street.Cole watches it happen and cannot stop it. His men's tires are slashed. His own car is done. He stands on a dark street watching the cab disappear into traffic and feels something he has not felt in years — powerless.Jade wakes up in a mansion that whispers money from every corner. An old man walks in. Sleek grey hair, bathrobe, cigar. He is warm and unhurried and absolutely terrifying underneath it all. He tells her his name is not important. He tells her his men will return her without a scratch. He tells her to stay away from Cole Hartwell. When she protests that she is nothing to Cole, just an employee, he looks at her with sharp eyes and says he hopes that is true. Then he signals a masked man and she wakes up outside her own apartment like the whole night was a dream. The police already know not to look too hard. Nobody comes.That man is Scott Hartwell. Cole's father. And he is playing a game that started long before Jade walked into any of this.Jade goes back to the office one last time — not for Cole, but to close the deal she had started, because that is who she is. She hands in her resignation, sets the diamond earrings Cole gave her on his desk, and walks out. Cole watches her leave and sits alone with a feeling in his chest he has never had to name before. He has closed billion dollar deals. He has walked away from companies, cities, people. Nothing has felt like this.The problem is that Jade is now carrying something heavy and silent. She knows Scott got to her. She knows the war between father and son is real and dangerous and that she got caught in the middle of it. Every time she thinks about Cole she is thinking about a man walking around with no idea that his father has already made the first move. She wants to stay away. Scott told her to stay away. Every sensible part of her agrees.But she cannot stop thinking about him.Drew is still there through all of it. Warm, patient, quietly in love with her in a way he is too smart to say out loud. He is everything the situation is not — simple, safe, honest. Jade runs to him when she needs to breathe and he holds her without asking questions. She knows what Drew offers is real. She knows he would never put her in danger or use her father against her or send henchmen to her door. She knows all of that and still finds herself thinking about the wrong man.Cole, meanwhile, is changing. Slowly and without a roadmap. Jade's absence does something to him that her presence could not quite finish. He starts to look at how he pursued her and does not entirely like what he sees. The control, the pressure, the assumption that everything can be acquired — it worked for building an empire. It does not work for this. He starts to understand the difference between wanting someone and deserving them, and that gap is uncomfortable in a way he cannot buy his way out of.Then he finds out about his father.Not just that Scott is an enemy — he has always known that. But that Scott reached into his life and put his hands on Jade. That she woke up in his father's mansion and was warned off like a threat to be managed. And that she carried that

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Chapter 1
"s**t!" "Drew, you need to get up. I have work this morning." Jade blurts out after glimpsing at the clock on her phone after an early morning doom-scroll, dragging the sheets off herself and her fling's body — the man who had tagged along after the drunk night she had at the club. "What time is it?" Jake rolls over with a twisted look on his face, half awake, the rays of light that escaped through the window stinging his tired eyes. "It's wake-the-f**k-up o'clock." Jade says, running into the bathroom in her underwear, leaving a half-naked Drew on the bed. "Leave before I'm out, okay?" The bathroom door closes behind her. A couple of minutes later she's perfecting her lip combo when the alarm on her phone interrupts her. "Oh, I'm so fired today." "Talk about timing, Jade." Malia, her co-worker, interrupts her as she sweeps past her desk. Jade threw her a smile as she made her way toward her own desk, letting out a relieved breath as she sat down. Jade had perfect green eyes, with long dark hair that ran almost to her waist. Full lips and a small nose were already a good combination to go with her model's figure — one that looked like it had escaped from a Vogue magazine. "Look who decided to finally show up." Elizabeth, her grumpy supervisor, walks into her compartment. Dressed in a tight black suit that clung to her curvy body, her dark skin and striking eyes gave her almost everything she needed to command a room. She dumped a load of paperwork on Jade's already full desk. Jade, already a little steamy from the workload and her messy sleep schedule, used only the corner of her eye to glance behind her without a word. Jade glimpsed at a few of the papers she had been assigned and her face twisted. "I've already gone through these," she blurted out, holding a page so tightly her finger nearly tore it, standing up to her supervisor. "Apparently you haven't, Jade — and you should mind your tone, lest I remind you who the boss is here." "You have your partner over there to blame, so you'll have to cross-check the contracts again without her." Elizabeth added, pointing toward Malia's desk. Malia instinctively hid her face in shame, pushing her glasses up and muttering under her breath. The entire room went quiet. Though filled with over a hundred desks, the tension had ceased all the fingers punching their keyboards. The elevator doors opened. Instantly, the whole room turned. A tall figure walked out — Cole Hartwell. An absolute phenomenon in business. A self-made billionaire who flipped companies for fun, and to fuel his ego and his image above that of his father, Scott Hartwell. Dressed in a fitted black suit, he had cold blue eyes that looked almost dead but charming. Perfect bone structure and a strong jawline paired with a stubble that matched his short, dark gelled hair. His presence filled the room, oozing competence and power. A true one-percent man. "Beth, see me in my office in five." His cool voice warmed the room as he glanced at his watch and walked toward his office at the far end — behind a tall black door with his name written on it. "What are you all looking at? Get back to work." Elizabeth blurted out, causing the clatter of keyboards to resume as if she had pressed play. She hissed at Jade and walked toward the black door. "Jade! Come back to us." Malia pulled Jade's gaze away from the black door. "Sorry about the paperwork. I had plans, and I told you about that guy I just met." She walked over to her distracted friend and sat on the edge of the desk. "Who's that?" "Who? You mean Cole Hartwell?" "Yeah, the hunk of a man who just walked through that door." Jade's eyes were still glued to the door, a mix of lust and curiosity in them. His presence intimidated her, but she wanted a piece of it. "You mean you've worked here for a year and you've never seen him before?" "Nope. Not even once. Always too busy to notice." Jade replied, turning her eyes to Malia. Malia took a deep breath before explaining who the billionaire playboy was to her captivated friend. Hours went by, and the workstation emptied like leaves falling from a tree. Jade remained glued to her screen, the printer still running in the background. The black door clicked open and Elizabeth strode out with a smirk, adjusting her dress as she stopped at the elevator. "He's probably sleeping with her, Jade. You have no chance." Malia's text drew Jade's eyes to her phone. She replied with a faint smile. "I really don't care about him, Mal." "Sure you don't, Jay. I saw the look in your eyes." Malia replied, getting up from her desk, leaving only herself and Jade in the now-silent workstation. "I'm heading out, girl. Wanna hang? And yeah, sorry again about the paperwork." Malia said behind Jade, who sat with her head buried in paperwork, sorting documents. "Nah, I'm going to stay late. Maybe some other time, Mal." She swiveled to reply to her friend, who stood with arms folded and a smile on her face. "All right then, see you tomorrow," Malia said, walking away in a hurry. "Tomorrow's Saturday, Mal," Jade corrected her friend softly, eyes not leaving her work. The closing elevator reintroduced the silence, and the air grew colder. Two hours later, Jade was done with her work, staring at the ceiling of the elevator, waiting for the doors to close. She leaned against the wall with her head tilted back, a few buttons of her suit undone, letting out a tired breath. Then, all of a sudden, a hand intercepted the elevator doors before they could close. Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Cole Hartwell walked in after the doors reopened, slightly adjusting his suit and barely acknowledging the other occupant. Jade could tell he was tall, but nothing had prepared her for the height difference up close. His presence was both intimidating and calming. His face was so striking she could think of a dozen things she wished she could do with it. The silence in the elevator was piercing. Jade adjusted her hair behind her ear a few times and noticed him making small adjustments of his own. "Are you all right, sir?" She broke the silence. The doors opened. Cole hesitated, then turned to glance beside him — and walked out as though no one had been there with him. Jade's instant regret curdled her short-lived attraction into disgust as she walked toward the exit and watched him speed off in a sleek black Bugatti Chiron. "What a jerk," Jade scoffed.

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