Double Identity Billionaire

•SOPHIE'S POV•

I was in the club with my female friends.

"Spin the bottle!" Bella screamed excitedly.

Kristen spun the bottle. The narrow head of the bottle pointed at me, with the bottom facing Bella. This evening, my friends and I were playing a 'truth or dare' game in the club. I never intended to join the game, but Bella coerced me.

"Sophie, it looks like you can't escape today." Ava said with an evil grin.

The last time we played the game, the bottle when spun over and over again, it never pointed at me.

I don't really like the game because of the evil intention of Bella for me.

Since I didn't date any boy, Bella will try to push me towards a boy she deemed fit, but I always rejected her and took the punishment instead.

I created the 'Five Stars Girls', and the purpose is to pull smart girls in both academic and regular life, who are also rich. You're smart but have no money, then screw off from the group. You can work for me and I will pay you. Not only that, but you have rich parents who supply you with income but lack brain, then f••k off from my sight.

That was her I connected with these three female friends of mine.

Bella Daniel, although loves clubbing, she has a wealthy mother. Bella owns many clubs in California. Furthermore, Bella owns about two casinos in Las Vegas.

Kristen Owen, the best dresser among us, is a person who loves fashion. Her parents own a communication company. She owns a multi-million fashion designing company with multiple branches.

Ava Wyatt, although a quiet type and kind of nerdy, she is a genius when it comes to technology. Her parents are into real estate. Ava and I partnered, and we created a multi-million company that is already closer to being a billion-dollar company in 6 months. Ava works in the technological section of the company, and she is the president, while I manage the company, and I'm the CEO of the company because I brought major of the capital.

As for me, I invested in multiple businesses.

"What should I ask her to do?" Bella muttered loudly, with her index finger tapping rhythmically on her brightly painted red lips and her head inclined upwards. She crossed her legs, clad in black pantyhose. Bella loves partying, so she was mostly dresses like a half party girl in the club.

Today she wore a red tight leather top, that exposed her cleavage and tightened around her breasts that made them look like they were about to burst out of her clothes, coupled with a very bright and heavily painted, eye-catching red lipstick, and an extravagantly long eyelashes. She also wore a heavy makeup.

Bella wore a skimpy leather skirt, with a black pantyhose and a pair of 7 inches (17.78 cm) with platform peep toe heels. She's only a step away from becoming a pole dancer. Nobody can associate her with a business owner from her attire. Bella's mom was always at odd with her due to her rebellious character, but there's nothing she could do as Bella has her money.

Even in college, she behaves seductive and wears extremely short clothes, but not as exaggerated as the way she dresses in the club.

Currently, we were in a private room, in the club.

As Bella was still thinking of what to ask, since in the game, we removed the truth. Only 'dare' is allowed.

"Bella, this club of yours we are staying is more successful than your other clubs and more extravagant." I said while looking at the party hall through the glass wall, with boys and girls grinding their bodies against each other. The room we were inside was a room made of a strong glass that obstructs the vision of the people outside, but the people inside can see the outside clearly.

"It's not my club. I only partnered with somebody." Bella said dismissively.

"Who's that?" Kristen asked with a wide eyes, and even I was curious because Bella never partnered with anybody in building clubs, except for other investments.

"It was a woman who is about 25-year-old. She is bastardly rich and powerful. Do you remember Darius Sebastian, the 50-year-old billionaire who wants me to be his fifth wife?" Bella asked excitedly.

"Darius, who suppressed all your businesses, and your mom kept her mouth mute that time? How can we forget him? But he seems to have vanished without trace two months ago." I said.

"The woman, who I partnered with, told me she's going to make Darius disappear if I work for her for two years. When I agreed, two days latter, Darius vanished into thin air." Bella said, with her voice lowered to a whisper.

Our eyes opened wide in shock. Someone who can make a powerful billionaire vanish is overpowered, right?

"You struck rich this time. But I don't like working for somebody." I said dismissively.

"I recommended you to her the day I accepted her deal, but she said that you're not qualified." Bella said with a smug grin.

My lips twitched, and the quiet, almost non-existent Ava, burst into laughter.

"What's her name?" I asked Bella.

"I don't know. I only know that she signed the club ownership under my name." Bella said nonchalantly.

"What if you do not return the club?" I asked Bella in surprise.

"With what happened to Darius, I wouldn't dare. I want to live a long life." Bella said, while making a cross sign with her hands.

"Bella, Sophie is diverting your attention from the game." Kristen said with a knowing smirk.

"Can she do it? I've already thought of a dare. Now I know who I want you to seduce. Andrew Hale, the mysterious bad boy and loner of the college. How is it?" Bella asked with an evil grin.

Immediately, the room plunged into a cold silence.

Andrew Hale, a boy who came to our college one month ago. He's always on a mask and a matching color long sleeve hood. How he got the bad boy's nickname was in the first week when he came to the college, a lecturer threatened him. The next day, the lecturer came to college with bruises all over his body. When we asked him how he got the bruises, he was tight lip and refused to say a word. However, everybody suspected that, it had something to do with Andrew.

Three weeks later, a rich senior, whose father has a net worth of hundred million dollars, that's, a cent millionaire wanted to take off Andrew's mask. Andrew beat the boy up, until he was separated from the underworld by a thin linen. Andrew was arrested, but he came to school the next day, unscathed.

The senior wanted revenge, so he told a girl to accuse him of r•pe in public. But Andrew ignored her and behaved like the accusation was a thin air. He neither proven his innocence nor refuted the allegations. Andrew ignored her existence, and the school ignored the matter.

Andrew is the epitome of a bad boy because he doesn't obey the rules, but does what he felt like doing. People from the college news affair dug into his private life. That's when we discovered that nobody had seen his face since he was five. Furthermore, he does part-time jobs like every normal college student, but even the senior student with powerful parents couldn't touch him. That made him a being shrouded in mysteries.

"Bella, you can't be serious, right?" Kristen asked why the quiet Ava gave Bella a questioning look.

"Are you guys not curious to know the mystery surrounding him?" Bella asked with a smirk like a devil tempting a devoted believer.

Immediately, Kristen and Ava shut their mouths, unable to refute Bella's claim.

"Sophie is the perfect person for the job. She's beautiful, single, pure, rich, intelligent, calm, loved by all-"

"Fine. I would seduce him." I said calmly.

"What! You would?" Bella exclaimed.

"Is that not what you asked?" I glared at her.

"I was just saying. I never expected you to do it. Great! Since you haven't dated, I will be your coach, Kristen will dress you up, while Ava will give you one of her micro earpiece and microphone for easy communication." Bella said happily.

"Why does it feel like I'm going on a death mission?" I asked with an uncomfortable feeling rising in my heart.

"Don't worry, you would love the mission. Cheers to mission seduce." Bella raised her wine cup.

"Cheers!" Kristen and Ava said at the same time as they lifted their wine cup.

"Cheers!" I was forced to join them not to remain odd. We clunk our wine cup, before drinking.

'Why do I feel like I fell into their trap?' I thought.

•NARRATOR'S POV•

At the same time, when Sophie and her friends were planning mission seduce, An off-road vehicle drove and entered the Z-district. The car's speed did not to reduce as it sped up instead. Z-district is the place where some local mobs stay.

When the off-road vehicle pulled over, a man in a black mask and black suit stood by the car's back door with a girl of about thirty years, obediently. She would have been a beauty, as deduced from her curvy figure, but she looked haggard.

The girl is Amelia Russell, the daughter of a small underworld boss, Tyson Russell. The underworld is where shady businesses occur.

•AMELIA'S POV•

I was feeling depressed after being kidnapped by the man in black mask three days ago. What depressed me is that the man clad in black did not speak. He only told me that he will tie me up and video me, but I refused. What shocked me is that he did not force me. He only gave me food on time and did not ask anything again.

Today, he brought me to the Z-district. Even my father's district is not as chaotic as the Z-district, but he just stood by the side of the road.

When I was feeling tired from the wait, a black color, black tinted glasses off-road vehicle approached us and pulled over. The man dressed in a black mask and black suit immediately became respectful. It piqued my interest to know who made this devil so subservient. When the back window of the car lowered slowly, I saw a pair of azure eyes that were as deep as an abyss. I couldn't help but be entranced by the pair of eyes.

•NARRATOR'S POV•

"Don't look at my eyes for long, or you would fall into the abyss with no way out." Jordan said to Amelia with a smirk.

Jordan Newman came to California two months ago, currently in Los Angeles for revenge, and he just started implementing his plans now.

Jordan's voice snapped Amelia out of her trance.

"How is the plan?" Jordan asked the man dressed in black.

"She refused to cooperate." The man in black said aptly.

"Amelia Russell. Get in the car." Jordan said with confidence and undefiable authority.

Amelia walked and entered the car like she was hypnotized. When Amelia reached the car, she snapped out of her hypnotic state.

'What's wrong with me? His eyes sent me into a trance, and now his voice made me hypnotized. Is he a devil king? He must be a big devil king. Only big devils can make the previous devil that kidnapped me to be submissive.' Amelia thought in frustration.

Amelia opened the back seat door and entered the car.

Jordan raised his car's windows when Amelia entered.

When Amelia entered, she saw Jordan's athletic body outline from his body fitting suit, and started fantasizing.

"Your hormones are really too much." Jordan said to Amelia in a tone without emotion.

'Why does everything about him, send me into a trance? He's a real devil king. No touch of white on his clothes. Why does everybody around him also wears black mask? Are they from the same bandit group?' Amelia thought as she looked at the driver and saw that he was also clad in a mask.

Jordan raised the car's soundproof privacy partition, which separated the front seat from the back seat.

"Amelia Russell, a top manager in a mall. Finished from Harvard Business School as one of their best students, but lacks employment due to her father's reputation." Jordan read from a file which summarizes Amelia's life.

"You're good at business, but do you know what you're lacking? You're businesswise, but not streetwise. That's why your father will use you for his selfish benefits without you knowing it." Jordan said calmly.

"If my father benefits from me, how is that your business?" Amelia said defiantly.

"It wouldn't be my business, but you have some qualities that I need. I need you to work for me." Jordan said calmly.

"I will never work for you." Amelia said stubbornly.

"You can go. Here is my number. Let's make a bet. If you go back to your father, In 48 hours, you will be in a situation where you will need my help desperately. You will work for me for 10 years if I win." Jordan said confidently.

"What do I gain if you lose?" Amelia asked.

"You required money to start up your plaza, right? I will give you five hundred." Jordan said calmly.

"What can five hundred dollars buy? If you want to coerce me, just do it." Amelia said with disdain.

"Coerce you? I don't force those who work for me, or else they won't do a good job. Who's giving you five hundred dollars? I mean five hundred million dollars" Jordan said calmly.

Amelia's mouth gaped, as she stared intently at him trying to find any clue of him lying, but only what she could see was a black mask, a calm and deep pair of azure eyes, and pink lips. Amelia couldn't make out his expression or guess his thoughts.

"What if you don't give me the money when you lose?" Amelia asked.

"Here is a gold card with five hundred million dollars in it. The password is your birthday." Jordan said casually, passing her a gold card, with only a company name on it called, Sky limited.

'He has dug up everything about me. Does he also know my pant's color?' Amelia thought unfocused, as she slightly bent her head downward.

"Don't worry, I'm not a pervert. I don't investigate people's underwear." Jordan said as he looked at her with a meaningful smirk like he was reading her thoughts.

'Can he also read the mind?' Amelia shivered as a blushed crept from her neck to her cheek.

"You can leave now." Jordan said, waving his hands dismissively without looking at Amelia.

"Just like that?" Amelia asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, just like that." Jordan said calmly.

"What if I flee with your money?" Amelia asked, not buying Jordan's words.

"To you, the money is much, but to me, the money is a change. Moreover, do you dare run? You won't be able to run because you will be calling me in 48 hours." Jordan said calmly while gazing outside the window.

"What if you kill me as I'm running away? I have seen it in movies." Amelia asked with doubt.

"Your imagination is rich, but do you think I need to go through all this trouble just to kill a small fry like you?" Jordan asked while looking at Amelia like a fool. Amelia's face burnt in shame.

Amelia opened the door, and walked away slowly. When she noticed nobody was following her, she ran immediately like her life depended on it.

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Jordan did not even look at Amelia when she ran. Jordan lowered his window, and looked at the man in black, "Don't let her die."

"Yes boss." The man in black replied, before leaving and camouflaged with the dark night.

Jordan raised his window, before he lowered the soundproof privacy partition.

"Drive to my five-star hostel." Jordan said faintly before closing his eyes to rest.

The driver drove without speaking.

"Boss, why did you not use her to lure Tyson?" The driver asked after a while of silence.

"Her worth is more than just a bait, but her lack of job, limits her. She just needs some polishing and she would become a good businesswoman. As for Tyson, I would use a 'plan b' for him. Fernando Sean made an investment, which will arrive in a week. Fernando used ninety percent (90%) of his wealth for the investment, and Tyson is the receiver." Jordan explained calmly.

"Why would he use a mob for a deal that involves almost all his life savings?" The mask driver asked, confused.

"Because it's a billions of dollar drug deal. He is buying the most popular ecstasy drug in China, 'joyful time'. Then he will probably sell it for at least five times the price he bought it. That's a massive profit. Nobody will believe or suspect that a local mob is carrying out a deal that involves billions of dollars. Then he sent some of his best men to protect Tyson in the dark. If everything works out fine, his net worth will triple at least, but unluckily, I'm in Los Angeles. Fernando, oh Fernando! You won't see me coming. Fernando thought that Los Angeles was his turf and I couldn't touch him here. Even if you run into your rathole, I will pull you out." Jordan laughed evilly, coupled with his black attire and mask, made him look like a scary devil.

"Start the plan b." Jordan said coldly before closing the soundproof privacy partition.

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15 MINUTES LATER.

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•JORDAN'S/ANDREW'S POV•

When we got to my five-star hotel, I had a private underground garage. Blake Martins passed through the underground garage and stopped me in front of a private elevator.

Blake Martins is my personal driver. Very few know him or his identity without the mask.

Before I got down, Blake said, "Boss, Ariel said she's waiting for you in the club she built new. The club which you told her to partner with Bella."

"Oh! Is the club ready? Fine, you can leave now." I said to Blake before entering the elevator. Blake bowed his head before the elevator closed.

I went into my room, took off my mask and suit, before entering the shower. When I turned on the shower, the water ran down my ink black hair, making them cascade backward. I looked at myself in the mirror, as I only take off my mask during the shower.

'Dad! Mom! The revenge starts now.' I thought while gnashing my teeth.

After my shower, I changed into a white long sleeve hood, a white mask, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. I changed to my second identity, Andrew Hale. I made my way to the club by taking a taxi. When I got to the club, I came down from the taxi and observe the architecture's design, and the management, when I felt a pair of eyes on me. When I turned around, I saw a pair of green eyes staring at me.

'Isn't that the president of the four or five stars blah blah blah club? She always thinks she's smart, but she's just an arm length from foolishness. Her club only accepts rich and smart females, while smart females who only lack money are out there.' I thought inwardly.

•SOPHIE'S POV•

My phone rang, and I went out of the club to answer the call when a taxi halted. I was not interested at first until the person I'm trying to seduce, the college's masked, and mysterious bad boy, Andrew Hale, alighted from the taxi.

•NARRATOR'S POV•

Jordan and Sophie made an eye contact, but Jordan looked away like she's just a passerby to him, which she is, according to Jordan's train of thought.

When Sophie saw the way he ignored her stare, she became upset. Sophie is the queen of the college, intelligent and rich. Everybody Sophie came across tries to connect with her, including the lecturers in the college because she's already a self-made billionaire at such a young age. From other people's perspective, Sophie's future will be dazzling, as she hasn't reached her prime yet.

'How dare he pretend not to recognize me? I condemn him to the ninth level of hell for eternal damnation.' Sophie cursed because she did not know if it was an illusion, but she saw disdain in his exposed pair of azure eyes.

Jordan walked to the security, but since he wasn't with money, he couldn't pay to enter, and also couldn't call Ariel because Sophie recognized him. Jordan does not want to reveal his other identity.

However, Jordan planned to sneak into the club, so he walked to an alley by the side of the bar. He gave the design of the bar, so he knows where the loophole he intentionally left behind is located.

When Sophie saw Jordan was denied of entry, she was naturally happy, but the happiness was short-lived, as Jordan entered a dark alley.

'Oh no! He wants to do something bad, that's why he is sneaking around. I have to stop him.' Sophie exclaimed inwardly.

•SOPHIE'S POV•

"Miss Sophie. . . Miss Sophie. . . are you there?" The person calling me was one of my business partners in my wine brewery company.

"Sorry, something came up. I'm going to call you back in a while." I said hurriedly.

"Okay, take your tim-" I did not let him finish as I hung up the call.

I ran into the alley, but I didn't see Andrew. It looks like he vanished into the thin air.

I walked in slowly, but I did not see any sign of him.

"Phew! Appears that he must have succeeded. I couldn't stop him." I said as I turned around, but what I saw behind me, made me cringe.

Furthermore, I saw the person I was stalking from behind, Andrew Hale. Andrew has a bad reputation in the college, so there's no way I will be courageous when meeting the college's notorious bad boy.

'How did he get behind me? I definitely saw him entering this alley.' I thought as many thoughts were flashing in my head, but I found out that I couldn't escape because behind me, I just discovered that there was a wall, used to block the alley.

'He won't dare touch me. I'm not some weakling like that senior he beat up.' I encouraged myself, but just as this thought crossed my mind, Andrew took a step forward. Likewise, I took one step backward. He took another step forward, and I did the same backwardly. My heartbeat was galloping as fast as a running horse. We continued like that until my back met the wall behind me.

Andrew walked up to me and stared at my face. I never wanted to lose out in the contest, so I raised my head slightly to meet his eyes, without looking away. Andrew was a head taller than me.

When I stared deeply into his eyes, that's when I noticed that he had a pair of clear and deep azure eyes, that held immense self-confidence.

"Stop trying to look ferocious. You are shivering." Andrew said calmly.

"What do you. . . you. . . mean I'm shive-" I stuttered, but Andrew did not allow me finish my speech as he interrupted, "why are you stalking me?"

"Stalking you? Me? Why can't I remember the time I stalked you? I was just taking a walk." I denied vehemently.

"You see that pole there?" Andrew pointed at a ten meters pole in front of the club. The ten meter pole was visible from all angles because different lights shone on it.

"What do you want to do?" I asked with a quaky voice.

Andrew brought his face closer to my left ear so that his lips would be beside my ears. I could feel his breath against my left ear, as he whispered, "Nothing much. I just want to hang you up there naked. If I don't hear the truth about the reason you were stalking me, I will make you popular in not only Los Angeles."

Andrew's whisper sounded like the voice of the devil.

"You. . . you wouldn't dare." I stuttered.

Andrew pulled his face backward, and peered into my eyes for a while, before giving me a lopsided smirk.

I shivered at the sight of the smirk. In my eyes now, Andrew looks like a devil disguised in white.

He brought his face to my left ear and whispered devilishly, "Are you sure I don't dare?"