Chapter 41: The Girl Who Tried to Outspend Him
Her name was Trisha Rathore.
She wasn’t born rich,she built it. A fashion-tech mogul with a billion-dollar app, three private jets, and an obsession with appearing in Forbes before she turned thirty. She had everything—popularity, power, and a platform that turned her daily spendings into content.
When she walked into the International Brands Gala in Milan with diamond-studded heels and a bag worth more than an apartment, she became a walking headline.
Her brand tagline was simple: "Spend it loud."
That’s what made her dangerous and that’s why, when she heard whispers about a man who had just bought Mirador Pharma in silence, her curiosity turned into jealousy.
"No posts. No photos. No appearance. But apparently, he bought an entire chain of debt-crushed companies overnight?" she scoffed, scrolling through a private finance server.
She was used to playing at the top. She once tweeted a single word — "mine" — and the stock value of a fashion rival dropped 6% in two hours. She dated actors, corrected CEOs mid-interviews, and held brand meetings from a spa.
But this new "Featherline Holdings" wasn’t just a name.It was a pattern.A dangerous one and Trisha had never met a man who didn’t want to be seen.
So she made a move.She sent an invite. Personal. Luxe. Stamped in gold.
To: N. Rao
Location: The Obsidian Private Lounge – 45th floor