“That’s the Wrong Formula,” Whispered the Waitress to the Billionaire — Seconds Before a $100 Million Deal The air inside Aurelia, the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in Manhattan, felt almost magical. The place was filled with quiet luxury — the smell of truffle oil, aged leather chairs, golden lights shining on crystal glasses and polished dark wood tables. Every guest spoke in soft voices, like the room demanded elegance. At Table 12, the world seemed to revolve around one man: Harrison Sterling. A billionaire.Founder of Sterling Dynamics. A genius

The Janitor Who Healed the Billionaire’s Daughters The executive daycare on the 28th floor was supposed to be the safest, most luxurious childcare center in the city — the kind of place where powerful parents could drop off their kids, sign a few papers, and rush off to run their companies. But today, instead of laughter or music, the sound echoing through the glass doors was pure anger. “Girls, I’m done! You hear me? I’m done!” The shout bounced off the shiny white walls. Thomas Fischer stopped pushing his mop.

The Pretend Boyfriend My name’s Mason, and I live in a small Oregon town where the nights always smell like rain on pine bark, and the crickets begin their concert the moment the sun dips below the hills. I’ve never left this place. I still live in my grandfather’s creaky white house—the roof a little uneven, the porch a little crooked, but it’s home. I fix bikes for a living at a small repair shop called Gear & Grind, tucked between a thrift store and a laundromat. My days are