Billionaire's Match

Khloe had just felt the round scar on his left shoulder and was sure she'd imagined it. But now, even with his shirt on, she could still make out its faint outline through the fabric. The mark wasn't large, but it looked deep. For a man like Nick-born with a silver spoon in his mouth-a scar like that was a stark anomaly. "There was a terrorist attack at a global economic forum a few years back," he said, his voice calm, almost offhand. "I took a bullet to the shoulder." His tone was casual, as if he were talking about a business deal.

But to Khloe, the words were staggering. A bullet? She couldn't even imagine the pain. She hesitated, then said softly, "You're incredible." He glanced back at her, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Why do you say that?" He was usually immune to flattery, but something in her tone made him want to hear it. "It's just... you handle everything with such control. Work, your emotions... everything. I'm not like that at all. I'm a mess with pain, I hold onto things. If that happened to me, I'd still be in therapy for it." Her admiration was genuine.

He was flawless, and even though he was only a few years older, he commanded the Hunt Group with absolute authority. Nick's fingers traced the scar. "If you're afraid of pain, don't push yourself next time," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "After we're married, I'll be here. I'll protect you." They were just a few simple words, but they felt like a vow, and Khloe felt a sudden, dangerous flutter in her chest. She quickly pushed the feeling down, offering a faint smile. "Okay." As soon as he got back in his room, Nick immediately took a shower.

The forum's venue had been bombed. He'd been trapped in the rubble with a middle-aged man, both of them waiting for a rescue that felt like it would never come. When the bullet tore through his shoulder, he was losing blood fast, too weak to stand. It was

man to make it out. It was his final act of legacy. After they were rescued, the man vanished. It was only years later, when Nick saw the obituary for Neil Morrison,

out of her office building. After charging overnight, it had sprung back to life. 1/2 Chapter 75 +25 Bonus The screen lit up with an incoming