Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 25

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Her rejection was firm and decisive, yet carried with it grace and dignity.

Alexander’s eyes flickered with brief disappointment, but it was quickly replaced with respect. He took her hand and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to her knuckles, promising that no matter what, he would always remain her loyal friend and partner.

And with that, the dust settled.

Sienna had made her message unmistakably clear to the world that she didn’t need a marriage alliance to secure her place.

Her empire was hers alone.

From that moment forward, she wielded complete control over the Sloane Group, steering the

colossal corporate vessel with unyielding discipline, strategic clarity, and bold decisiveness.

She led the company into new frontiers, expanding territories and influence with a vision few

could match.

Her face graced the covers of every major financial publication.

The headlines were unanimous:

#The Queen of Business #

#Sole Heir to a Global Legacy#

#The Woman Who Redefined the Rules#

In the media’s eyes, she was always radiant, poised, powerful–untouchable.

But once in a while, a blurry photo would surface in the gossip columns.

A quiet shot from a remote town in the southwest, where a primary school had just been built with the help of anonymous donations.

The image showed a man in a faded shirt, thin and slightly stooped, handing out books to children

with quiet patience.

A closer zoom revealed a face once known to every elite circle in Astoria City–now weathered by time and wind. His eyes held no bitterness, only a quiet exhaustion, a kind of peace found only in

surrender.

Only when he looked at the children did a faint warmth flicker there.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Sienna stood before the full–length glass windows of the Sloane Group’s headquarters.

From the top floor, the city lay glittering beneath her, dazzling and within reach. Her eyes were sharp and resolute. This was her time. Her era.

Time passed.

Clouds drifted. People came and went.

In the blink of a few years, Sienna had become more than a name.

It was legend.

Under her leadership, the Sloane Group grew into a true global empire–its reach vast, its power undeniable.

She herself became increasingly private, nearly mythic in presence, studied and revered by many but understood by few.

Her love life remained a blank page.

It was as if whatever passion she once had was burned away in her youth, leaving only steel, strategy, and relentless control.

Rumors occasionally stirred–whispers of connections to high–profile executives or foreign

dignitaries—but each time, the truth surfaced: business, not romance.

She didn’t need love.

She was whole. Complete. Unshakable.

And somewhere, far from headlines and skyscrapers, in a corner of the world forgotten by time-

maybe in a remote school on the Tibetan Plateaù, or beside a weathered medical tent in Southeast

Asia, or simply inside a quiet coastal library–there was a man.

He wore plain clothes and kept to himself.

He spoke little, moved slowly, and did the smallest of tasks with silent resolve.

No one knew where he came from. No one asked.

He had severed himself from the glittering, ruthless world that once belonged to him.

And in its place, he chose a life of quiet repentance.

He lived through charity.

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He gave what little he had, trying to atone for sins too great to erase, mourning a past that could never be reclaimed.

Sometimes, he caught glimpses of her–a headline, a flickering TV screen, a torn magazine.

Sienna had won another staggering contract. She had topped another global ranking. She was still beautiful. Still powerful. Still untouchable.

Each time, he paused.

He looked, quietly. His eyes filled with something distant and raw–a

a pain long since dulled, a guilt that never faded, and perhaps, a trace of pride he dared not admit.

Then he turned back to his work.

The gulf between them was no longer just time or distance–but an entire past, shattered beyond

repair.

And so the years stretched on.

In Astoria’s high society, the name Adrian Prescott was spoken no more.

The once–revered heir of the Prescott dynasty had become a forgotten myth, like a stone tossed

into the lake–its ripples long gone, no trace left behind.

But Sienna Sloane’s name?

It echoed across the ages. Remembered. Admired. Etched into history.

Some people–once missed–are missed forever.

Some debts–once owed–can never be repaid.

The world is vast.

In its firelight and distance, none of it is you.

And yet, all of it is you.

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