09/18/2025
BILLIONAIRE Gives 4 Black Credit Cards to Test 4 Women – What His Maid Bought Left Him SPEECHLESS
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Logan Pierce thought he had seen every shade of human ambition. Billion-dollar mergers, boardroom betrayals, women who whispered love in one breath and demanded helicopters in the next. But for all his wealth and cynicism, nothing prepared him for the truth he would uncover—hidden behind four black credit cards.
That night, Denver’s skyline glittered through the glass walls of his penthouse, but Logan’s fury drowned out the city lights. He tore off his blazer and hurled it onto the leather couch. “I can’t take it anymore,” he growled, pacing like a lion denied freedom.
Carter Hail, his assistant of eight years, leaned against the marble counter, calm as ever. “What happened this time?”
Logan’s voice was bitter. “She toasted to us getting back together, then snapped a selfie with the dessert like I was her stock portfolio. Nobody sees me anymore, Carter. They only see the money.”
Carter said nothing. He’d seen Logan in ruthless negotiations, but never this raw, this hollow.
Then Logan stopped mid-stride. A dangerous glint lit his eyes. “Enough. I’ll run my own experiment. No more fake smiles, no more gold-diggers.”
Carter frowned. “Experiment?”
Logan’s jaw tightened. “Four women. Four black credit cards. No rules. No limits. Three days. Then we’ll see who they really are.”
He began naming them—Belle, the socialite; Tessa, the ambitious assistant; Sloan, the manipulator who thrived on appearances. And finally, almost reluctantly, he whispered the fourth.
“Nora Bennett.”
Carter straightened. “Your housekeeper? The woman who threatened you with a wooden spoon? She’s the only one who’s never asked you for anything.”
Logan’s lips curved. “Precisely. She’s the one I can’t read. And I need to know what she’ll do with power.”
The next morning, four black envelopes gleamed on his desk—like weapons waiting to be unleashed...