50 Billion Reasons to Leave You Chapter 06

50 Billion Reasons to Leave You Chapter 06 The Man Behind The Billions

The cash and shares made me the largest shareholder in Whitmore Group.

No one knew my identity.

For weeks, the business world was obsessed with the mystery investor who had suddenly taken control of one of Maplewick’s biggest companies.

Executives, bankers, and investors used every connection they had to try to reach me.

None of them got through.

Whitmore Group desperately needed new funding. But no one wanted to invest.

Instead, investors kept pulling more money out.

The board removed Cherine from her position and stripped away every privilege she had at the company.

The Whitmore family no longer backed her. Neither did her grandfather.

The only reason she could still live like a wealthy heiress was that Kian and my parents paid her bills.

She tore through the city looking for me.

She had no idea I was already living somewhere else.

I put half the money into a massive redevelopment project on a stretch of abandoned land.

With the other half, I bought all 18 homes in the most exclusive luxury community in the city.

The redevelopment had been stalled for years because the original investors ran out of money.

The moment my funding came through, construction started again.

People in the industry thought I had lost my mind.

To them, the land was a worthless patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere.

Once the story spread, everyone started making fun of me.

“Whoever bought that place clearly has more money than sense.”

The gossip eventually reached Cherine.

She booked the first flight to my city.

Security refused to let her into the gated community, so she camped outside and watched for

On the first day, she saw me walk out of house number three.

On the second day, she watched me enter number seven.

On the third day, I came out of number twelve.

By then, she was shaking with rage.

She had convinced herself that I had a different lover in every house.

On the fourth morning, she finally snapped. She rushed me and grabbed my arm.

“Ryan! So this is why you stole my family’s money and ran. You’ve been hiding women in all these houses.”

She was yelling so loudly that half the neighborhood stopped to stare.

I shook off her hand and looked at her.

“Why are you here?”

Cherine gave me a bitter laugh.

“Why am I here? If I hadn’t come, were you planning to spend the rest of your life sleeping with a different woman every night?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You had another man on the side. Why can’t I have other women?”

Her mouth fell open.

I kept going.

“Not that there are any women here. You’re accusing me of something you can’t prove. Keep it up, and I’ll call the police.”

That sent her over the edge.

“You stole billions from my family to pay for your lovers, and now you’re threatening to call the cops on me?

“Go ahead. Call them. Let’s see who they arrest. Me for yelling, or you for stealing company assets and running away.”

One of the neighbors leaned toward the guard at the gate.

“Is it true? Does he really have that many women in there?”

The guard thought for a second, then lowered his voice.

“Mr. Parker does own 18 houses in the community,” he said quietly. “And he stays in a different one almost every night.”

Everyone gasped.

The neighbors looked at Cherine with sympathy.

Then they looked at me like I was trash.

I didn’t bother explaining. I turned and walked away.

Cherine hurried after me and lowered her voice.

“I know you’re angry. But this has gone way too far.

“Come home. Give the shares back, and we can forget this ever happened.”

Then she added, like she was offering me a generous compromise, “If you really can’t stand Kian, I’ll take him and live somewhere else.”

I cut her off.

“What if I’m not going back?”

Her face changed instantly.

“Then I’ll put everything online. I’ll make sure that worthless development of yours becomes so toxic no investor will touch it.”

I smiled.

“Go ahead.”

That night, social media was flooded with posts about me.

The biggest headline read, “Billionaire Heiress’s Husband Steals Family Fortune, Cheats During Marriage, and Keeps Eighteen Lovers.”

It shot to the top of the trending page.

Thousands of strangers called me a gold digger who had married into money and robbed has wife blind.

Late that night, my doorbell started ringing nonstop.

When I opened the door, a crowd of furious neighbors was waiting outside.

“Mr. Parker, people like you aren’t welcome here.”

“Yeah! Get him out of here! Nobody wants a sicko like that for a neighbor!”

“Get out of our neighborhood!”

I just stood there, watching them.

A few sharp-eyed people had already noticed something was off.

The entire house was empty. Every piece of furniture had already been removed.

While they stared, I walked calmly to the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb and got in.

Cherine was thrilled.

She thought the public pressure had finally worked. She was sure I would crawl back to her and beg for forgiveness.

Then another story exploded online.

“Mystery Investor Sells Eighteen Luxury Homes After Ten Percent Price Jump Every Property Sells Within Hours.”

The article included pictures of all 18 houses.