Beneath The Alphas

Ethan Blackwood was the kind of man who had the world at his feet. At just 34, he was the youngest self-made billionaire in the country, his tech empire reshaping industries across the globe. His penthouse overlooked the dazzling city skyline, a symbol of his success—but also of the emptiness that came with it.

Ethan’s days were a blur of board meetings, investment deals, and lavish parties he barely remembered. He’d long ago given up on finding someone who saw him as more than a walking bank account. That is, until a chance encounter with Clara Hayes.

Clara was unlike anyone he’d ever met. She was a small-town artist trying to make a name for herself in the bustling city. The first time they crossed paths, it wasn’t in a high-rise office or a gala but at a quaint café where Ethan, desperate for a moment of quiet, had taken refuge.

Clara was seated at a corner table, her sketchpad open and her hands smudged with charcoal. She barely glanced up when Ethan walked in, a detail that intrigued him. He wasn’t used to being ignored.

When Ethan spilled his coffee, Clara chuckled softly, offering him a napkin without even looking away from her sketch. “You might want to slow down,” she said, her tone light.

“Thanks,” he replied, taken aback by her casual demeanor.

They struck up a conversation, and Ethan learned that Clara had moved to the city to pursue her dream of becoming a gallery artist. She spoke passionately about her work, her eyes lighting up in a way that made Ethan forget about his empire.