Mind-Reading: Steal the Billionaire

The moment I found a long, black hair in my husbands underwear, I developed the ability to read minds.
It happened to be the day my husbands colleagues were coming over for a party.
Thats when I heard her thoughts, loud and clear:
[She has no idea. She has no idea her rich husband has already slept with me three times.]
Next to her, her so-called broke boyfriend was staring at his shoes, thinking:
[How am I supposed to tell her I'm the heir to a ten-billion-dollar fortune?]
I almost laughed out loud.
That cheat I married? Id paid for everything he owned, from his designer shoes to the roof over his head. How on earth did he pass for rich?
Playing it cool, I walked over to the quiet boyfriend and smiled.
"We should exchange contact info, don't you think?"
1
It was 10 a.m. on a Saturday, and my husband Jasons colleagues were starting to arrive.
Last month, Id pulled some strings and landed Jason a major client. The deal went through, and he got a promotion and a hefty raise. Now, his team from the sales department wanted to celebrate.
The party was at my villa.
Four men and three women walked in. One woman immediately stood out: Melanie. She was the picture of innocence with her long, straight black hair and an elegant tweed suit.
She smiled sweetly and called out a greeting.
As I stepped forward to welcome her, her thoughts flooded my mind.
[This woman is so plain and dried up. She doesn't deserve Jason. She probably can't even imagine that not only have I slept with him three times, but I'm now standing in her house.]
I thought of the single black hair Id found.
My hands, hanging at my sides, slowly curled into fists.
I looked straight at her. "So, it was you."
Melanie froze for a second. The others looked confused.
I saw the guilt flash in Jasons eyes and quickly pasted on a smile. "My husband told me he had a star employee. So, you're Melanie. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
The tension in the room immediately eased. Jason ushered everyone inside.
A chorus of inner voices assaulted me:
[This place must be huge, thousands of square feet. It has to be worth millions.]
[His wife is pretty average-looking. How did she get so lucky? She must have saved the world in a past life to land a guy as handsome and rich as Jason.]
[I heard Jason comes from a major dynasty. Could he be the son of Jameson Thorne, the city's biggest tycoon?!]
[Too bad he married so young. The rest of the guys in the office are either broke or ugly. Ethan is handsome, but I heard his parents are just laborers.]
We had been married for three years, and every single thing Jason wore, I had bought for him. You'd never guess that just a few years ago, he was just some small-town guy with no style.
His colleagues were an interesting bunch, judging everything by its surface.
But one thought cut through the noise of their shallow praise and condescension:
[How am I supposed to tell her I'm the heir to a ten-billion-dollar fortune?]
The thought belonged to Ethan, the man sitting quietly next to Melanie.
From the jumble of his thoughts, I pieced together the story. He and Melanie had started at the company at the same time. He was hiding his identity as the chairman's grandson and had started dating her. Melanie, sensing something special about his quiet confidence and good looks, assumed he was secretly from a wealthy family.
After they started dating, she constantly tried to pry into his family background. But Ethan had signed an agreement with his grandfather: if he revealed his identity before his trial period was over, he would lose his inheritance.
So, whenever she asked, he would either stay silent or change the subject. His evasiveness convinced Melanie that he was just a spineless coward with nothing to his name. The final straw was when he gave her a hand-carved wooden statue for her birthdaysomething he'd made himself, but which she saw as worthless.
She decided to cut her losses and set her sights on Jason, who she believed was the most promising man in the department.
2
I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
Melanie had tossed aside a ten-billion-dollar heir for a fake, a man who was rich only in my bank account.
I asked Jason to go pick up the catering wed ordered.
All three women shot up from the couch at once. But Melanie, with a perfectly crafted smile, waved the other two down.
"I'm the newest here, and the youngest. You're all my seniors. Please, let me go."
The other two women exchanged awkward glances and sat back down.
[Nice try, you old hags. Did you really think you could compete with me?!]
I saw the flicker of triumph on Melanie's face and turned to Jason. "Honey, why don't you stay here and chat with your colleagues? Let Melanie handle it."
Just as I expected, Jason found an excuse. "I'll go with her," he said, avoiding my eyes. "What if there's a lot to carry? We can't let her do it all by herself."
The moment he said that, Ethan stood up to go too, but Jason waved him off. "We've got it covered."
Jasons thought echoed in my head:
[What good is a handsome face with no connections? He actually thinks he can steal my woman.]
After they left, the other three men cornered Ethan on the balcony off the living room. I quietly followed.
The glass door had just slid shut when one of them flicked a cigarette butt onto Ethan's leather jacket. He jabbed a finger into Ethan's chest.
"Know your place," he sneered. "Break up with Melanie, or we'll make your life a living hell."
Ethan wasn't intimidated. He just frowned. "That's between her and me. I don't see how it's any of your business."
Another one grabbed a coffee mug from a table and threw its contents at him.
But Ethan was faster. He dodged, and the dark liquid splashed all over the man standing behind him.
Enraged, the man swung a fist at Ethan's face.
It was a mistake. All three of them were no match for him. He dispatched them with a few clean, efficient moves. But in doing so, he had stirred up a hornet's nest. The commotion drew the attention of the others.
Right on cue, Jason and Melanie returned.
3
The balcony was a mess. Before Ethan could say a word, his attackers pointed fingers at him.
"What the hell, Ethan? All we said was that we should all pitch in for a gift for Melanie's birthday next month. Was that any reason to start a fight?!"
"Just because she's your girlfriend doesn't mean you own her!"
They were impressively good at twisting the truth. And conveniently, all three of them had a few fresh scrapes, while Ethan was untouched.
Melanie, hearing this, was instantly furious.
[What is he so possessive about? Does he think he can afford to buy me a Louis Vuitton or an Herms? Everyone here is richer than he is!]
Her face hardened. "Ethan, we're all colleagues. You've gone too far."
"I didn't do anything," he said, his voice cold. He had his pride. Seeing his own girlfriend refuse to believe him, his expression turned icy.
Jason clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, man. When you mess up, you have to own it. Don't be a coward just because your girlfriend is here."
Ethan brushed his hand off. "I said, I didn't do anything."
"Ethan, how could you start a fight in Jason's home? Apologize right now!" Melanie demanded, her voice rising.
I still didn't move. I just watched Ethans hands clench into tight fists, his knuckles white with rage.
After all, a helping hand is most valuable when offered in a moment of true desperation.
Only when their accusations reached a fever pitch, with Ethan vehemently denying everything, did I finally step in. "Well, if we really want to know what happened," I said calmly, "we can just check the security footage."
A wave of panicked thoughts hit me from across the room.
[Since when was there a camera on the balcony?]
That one was Jason's. The expressions on their faces mirrored their frantic thoughts. They never expected I'd have a camera out there.
I reached into a large potted plant and pulled out a tiny, hidden camera. Everyone stared in shock.
A few seconds after the video finished playing, a heavy, awkward silence fell over the room. The men who had been so confidently accusing Ethan were now a blotchy mix of red and pale green.
Jason was livid with me. Melanies face was completely white. She instinctively reached for Ethans sleeve, as she probably always did, but he pulled away. Her expression soured, turning dark and stormy.
Ethans lips were a thin, straight line. He walked over to me and offered a formal, sincere thank you.
For the first time, he really looked at me.
[So, his wife is nothing like him. She's not a two-faced snake.]
4
The three men mumbled their apologies to Ethan. He acted as if he didn't hear them and turned back to me.
"I'm sorry, I accidentally damaged your orchids during the scuffle. I'll pay for them."
Someone snorted. I heard the collective thoughts of Jason and his friends:
[Pay for them? Does he have any idea what those are worth? They're a rare hybrid. At least a hundred grand for the pair.]
Ethan ignored them and scanned a payment code on my phone.
A notification chimed. My bank account was suddenly 0-000,000 richer.
Ethan's thoughts came through again:
[If I tell her I got a payday loan, she'll probably believe it.]
I fought to keep my expression neutral. "You shouldn't take out high-interest loans like that," I said, playing along. "It's not safe."
Everyone secretly gloated over Ethan's supposed desperation, but no one gave it a second thought. Instead, they turned their attention back to praising Jason.
"Jason, you're a lucky man. Your wife is so classy and smart. If my wife's prize orchids got ruined and someone tried to pay me off with a few bucks, she'd have a fit."
"Exactly. She's so gracious. You two are a perfect match."
Ethan had had enough and was about to leave.
"Are you sure you want to leave Melanie here all by herself?" I asked, stopping him.
He was clearly hurt by her lack of trust, but she was still his girlfriend. And in his eyes, leaving her here with these vultures was like leaving a lamb in a wolf den.
Seeing that he was staying, Melanie bit her lip.
[He's so shameless. He caused all this trouble and he's still not leaving? He's getting in the way of my time with Jason.]
Across the room, Jason and Melanie exchanged a looka quick, charged glance. He licked his lips, his desire almost palpable.
Well, if they were that desperate...
I was more than happy to help.
The party, which was supposed to end in the evening, I dragged out until midnight. I made sure everyone except Melanie and Jason had plenty of red wine.
That night, everyone stayed over.
I pretended to be drunk.
I watched as Melanie slipped into my room, chose the sexiest nightgown from my closet, and crept into the master bedroom.
Then, I activated the hidden camera in our room and linked it via Bluetooth to the large projector in the living room.
I set a timer for the morning and went to sleep in a guest room, satisfied.
The next morning, I woke to a shriek.
Everyone was gathered in the living room, staring at the projector screen with wide, horrified eyes.
On the screen, a man and a woman.
Anyone with half a brain could see what they were doing.
Ethan's fists were clenched, the veins on his neck bulging. His eyes were glued to the screen, burning with a furious fire.
Just then, a confused voice came from the stairs. "What are you all looking at?"
It was Melanie.

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