One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 63: I’m not a nobody

"I think the night has come to an end. Maybe this can be continued later... in the privacy of your home," Damon spoke out, his patience finally running thin with the shameless couple in front of him.

"You are right." Raymond reluctantly broke the hug, though his fingers lingered at Lena’s waist a second longer than necessary. "But sometimes I wonder how you managed to become a doctor when you lack patience."

Damon grinned, completely unbothered. "You forgot, a very damn good doctor at that."

Hearing his retort, Raymond simply shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He still had one final act left for the night, and timing was everything. So he agreed to leave with Damon, not wanting to miss their cue.

With Lena’s hand locked securely in his, their fingers intertwined as though they belonged there, the group made their way downstairs.

The moment they stepped into the grand hall, the air shifted.

Cynthia blocked their path.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression twisted with humiliation and fury, as though she had been holding herself together by a single fragile thread and it had finally snapped.

"You know, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it, Raymond," Lena spoke up suddenly, her voice calm and clear.

Her words caught everyone off guard.

"The refined daughter of the Moore family chasing after a man... hosting an engagement banquet that only she attended, even when the man specifically told her he wasn’t interested in the engagement."

Lena paused deliberately, letting her words hang in the charged silence. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

"And even now," she continued, her gaze steady,

"she shamelessly chases after him. Have you no shame?"

Cynthia huffed, her chest rising sharply. "You stand there and talk about shame? You are the shameless one! Parading a man who is already engaged when his fiancée is standing right here."

She stepped forward, her voice rising.

"You forgot one thing. We have been betrothed since childhood. If it was meant to be broken, it would have happened years ago. This match was decided by the patriarchs of our families. There is nothing either of us can do about it, talk less of a nameless nobody like you."

By now, most of the guests had gathered, openly gossiping. Quite a number were already leaning toward Cynthia’s side.

"You and everyone else are so sure I’m a nobody?" Lena said quietly.

The word stung more than she allowed to show. Even Raymond’s father has termed her unworthy of him because of her relatively humble background..

I owned a company that might not be too big like the Moore Corp" Cynthia snickered at her statement

"No need to add that abomination of a company with my family’s company in the same sentence" Cynthia countered.

The four people that came with Lena stood back and let her handle Cynthia.

What do you think about the love triangle Cynthia ? Lena suddenly asked, catching everyone present by surprise except Raymond and Sylvia who wore a pleasant surprise on their faces.

To some people she was simply stalling for time and as Cynthia has said she was simply a nobody, who thought she could just waltz into their circle and steal the number one bachelor everyone had been eyeing.

"To think we thought she was actually somebody, someone from the few crowd spoke up."

"Who doesn’t know the love triangle, it is one the

They say when you stand before it for the first time, your breath forgets how to return. "

Raymond took over

"The Love Triangle rises from the heart of a man-made island, surrounded by clear turquoise waters that shimmer like liquid glass under the sun. Unlike the Burj Khalifa that pierces the sky in pride, or the Taj Mahal that rests in silent devotion, the Love Triangle stands as a symbol of passion, bold, radiant, unforgettable. Some people say it will ravel the beauty of the Eiffel tower

From afar, it looks like three towering spires leaning toward one another.

Each tower represents a different kind of love.

The first tower, clad in white marble and soft gold veins, symbolizes pure love , innocent, gentle, eternal. Sunlight kisses its surface, making it glow like morning light.

The second tower is rose-gold, warm and luminous. It represents passionate love , fierce, consuming, undeniable. At sunset, it reflects the sky in shades of crimson and blush, as if the building itself is blushing.

The third tower is midnight silver, sleek and modern. It represents enduring love , the kind that survives storms. At night, embedded diamonds and crystal panels shimmer like constellations.

The three towers curve inward, meeting at the top to form a hollow triangular crown. Suspended in the center of that open space floats a massive, radiant crystal heart. It rotates slowly, glowing softly at night, casting pink-gold light across the ocean. From a distance, it looks like a star fallen from the heavens.

A grand bridge connects the island to the mainland, a pathway lined with cherry blossom trees and glass railings. Couples walk hand in hand, proposals happen daily, cameras flash endlessly.

At the base of the towers lies a circular courtyard garden shaped like an intertwined infinity symbol. Waterfalls cascade gently from each tower into a clear lagoon below, the sound soothing and romantic. At night, synchronized fountain shows, dances to soft music, telling different love stories through water and light.

Inside the Love Triangle is even more breathtaking.

By day, it is majestic. By night, it is magic.

Lights trace the edges of the three towers, forming a glowing triangle in the sky visible miles away a beacon of romance. Fireworks often bloom behind it, reflecting on the water like scattered stars.

People don’t just visit the Love Triangle.

They experience it.

Like Dubai has its skyline. Like India has the Taj Mahal. Paris has the Eiffel tower. Vegas city has the love tangle

A monument not built for kings or empires...

But for love itself.

Even Raymond"It is simply breathtaking," they all said in unison when Raymond finished speaking about the Love Triangle.

A soft murmur of admiration swept through the hall.

"How can you say I’m a nobody," she asked calmly, her voice clear despite the weight of the moment, "when I designed the Love Triangle?"

Silence.

For a split second, the entire hall froze.

Then chaos erupted.

The shock on Damon and Liam’s faces was almost comical. Their eyes snapped toward Raymond, expecting immediate denial. But Raymond did not refute her claim. He didn’t even look surprised. He was smiling.

That was when they knew.

She was telling the truth.

Phones began to rise into the air one after another. No one cared about offending the Blacks or the Moores anymore. The story was far too explosive to ignore. Recordings started. Livestreams followed. The internet was about to feast.

"You liar," Cynthia snapped, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to appear composed. She sized Lena up from head to toe before continuing. "How can you claim you designed the Love Triangle when we all know Mr. Lancaster Simson was the one who designed it?"

Lena chuckled richly, unbothered.

"I designed the Love Triangle when I was nineteen, before I lost my mother," she said. "I attended Oakland College of Architecture and Structural Design. There was an international design competition for the Love Triangle project. I participated... and I won."

The murmurs grew louder.

"Mr. Lancaster Simson was my instructor at the time," Lena continued smoothly. "He can attest to it. Since he is here with us tonight, why not ask him directly?"

As if summoned by fate itself, Mr. Lancaster Simson stepped into view.

He had been standing quietly at the back, watching Lena the entire time.

His eyes were moist, shock and something deeper flickering within them. He remembered it all vividly, the brilliant nineteen-year-old girl whose designs stunned even seasoned architects. The competition she won effortlessly. The contracts that poured in afterward.

And then... her sudden departure.

She had chosen to run her mother’s struggling company instead, refusing global offers with a simple excuse: Family comes first.

He had tried to persuade her. Tried to convince her not to bury her talent.

But Lena had changed her contact information shortly after. Their communication ended abruptly.

And now, the little protégé he had lost contact with stood before him, radiant, confident, unshaken.

When someone called his name, he blinked, realizing he hadn’t even heard the question. He had been too lost in memory.

Cynthia, who had almost been shaken by Lena’s confidence, regained her composure when she noticed Mr. Lancaster hadn’t spoken immediately.

"You’re bluffing," Cynthia said sharply. "Do you think Mr. Lancaster is someone you can bribe into deceiving everyone? Don’t worry, I’ll have you arrested for impersonation. That should bring you down from your high horse."

She fumbled with her phone aggressively.

"Don’t think because you have Raymond backing you that you can do whatever you want. This is Vegas City, not York City. You can’t just run amok and claim our Love Triangle as your creation."