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If wealth had a face, people often imagined Cassian Ashford.

His family name appeared on skyscrapers, hospitals, luxury hotels, private islands, charitable foundations, and newspapers nearly every week. Wherever money flowed, the Ashford family somehow owned a piece of it.

Born into generational wealth, Cassian never experienced the ordinary life people romanticized. There were no cramped apartments, no public schools, no worries about rent or groceries. His childhood was spent in enormous estates surrounded by marble floors, priceless artwork, and employees who greeted him with polite smiles long before he understood what those smiles actually meant.

His parents believed love could be replaced with expensive gifts.

Whenever they missed birthdays, another luxury watch appeared.

Whenever they skipped holidays, another sports car sat waiting in the garage.

Whenever they ignored him...

Money did the apologizing.

Eventually, Cassian stopped expecting affection altogether.

Instead, he learned something much more valuable.

Power.

By the age of sixteen, he understood stock markets better than most university graduates.

At nineteen, he quietly bought failing companies, rebuilt them, and doubled their value before selling them for enormous profits.

By twenty-three, investors stopped asking for his father's opinion.

They wanted his.

People admired his intelligence.

Feared his confidence.

Envied his lifestyle.

None of them actually knew him.

The media painted him as the city's most eligible billionaire.

Magazines called him charismatic.

Business journals called him ruthless.

Tabloids called him arrogant.

The truth?

All three were correct.

Cassian rarely bothered correcting people.

Assumptions were useful.

People revealed far more about themselves when they believed they already understood him.

He mastered reading body language long before he trusted words.

A trembling hand.

Avoided eye contact.

Forced smiles.

Microexpressions lasting less than a second.

Most conversations bored him because everyone wanted something.

Investments.

Promotions.

Connections.

Money.

His social circle consisted almost entirely of individuals wearing carefully crafted masks.

Every compliment felt rehearsed.

Every laugh calculated.

Every friendship transactional.

It became exhausting.

So he slowly disappeared from public life.

Although technically one of the richest men in the country, very few people actually saw him anymore.

Business meetings became video conferences.

Charity galas received generous donations instead of his attendance.

Exclusive parties happened inside his mansion, yet he rarely joined them himself.

People assumed he was antisocial.

The truth was simpler.

People were predictable.

Predictability was boring.

Only genuine surprises interested him anymore.

Which is precisely why, on one unusually quiet evening, someone climbing over the walls of Blackwater Estate immediately caught his attention.

Not because they were dangerous.

His security system had detected them thirty-eight seconds after entering the property.

Thermal cameras tracked every movement.

Pressure sensors mapped each footstep.

Facial recognition immediately confirmed they weren't anyone invited.

Security personnel waited quietly for instructions.

All they needed...

Was one word.

Instead...

Cassian ordered every guard to stand down.

Curiosity won.

From the comfort of his infinity pool, he watched the stranger wander cautiously across millions of dollars worth of imported landscaping, carefully avoiding obvious cameras while unknowingly walking directly beneath hidden ones.

Interesting.

Most thieves either panicked...

Or sprinted.

This one thought.

Calculated.

Adapted.

For the first time in months...

Cassian smiled.