The Bound Flame
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When a struggling artist Sophia Bennett agrees to a year-long contract with cold, enigmatic billionaire Julian Blackwell, all she has to do is sign the contract; play the part of the perfect wife, and keep her emotions locked away, it's purely business; or so she thinks. But for Julian, it's a strategic move to maintain control of his family empire and thwart the schemes of his power-hungry uncle. But as their world collides and sparks fly, the line between business and pleasure begins to blur. Secrets, lies, and vengeful plots threaten to destroy everything. Can two people bound by contract ever find their way to love?

Chapter 1 The life-changing call

~Sophia~

I wasn't sure which weighed more heavily on my mind, the overwhelming scent of turpentine in my cramped art studio or the increasingly daily harsh reminders from my landlord about my outstanding rent.

Three months, that's how far behind I was on my rent. The last call from Mr. Kelvin had been less of a conversation and more of an ultimatum. "You have got a week, Sophia. No excuses this time," he'd said, his tone firm and final.

I sighed as I set down the brush I had been using. The canvas in front of me was meant to be my salvation- a bold, fiery piece inspired by the storms that seemed to rage within me. The reds and oranges blended in chaotic harmony but staring at it now, all I saw was the crushing weight of failure. I looked around my room. The scattered paint tubes, half-finished sketches, and stacks of unpaid bills created a landscape of chaos I couldn't escape. This wasn't how I'd imagined my life when I'd packed up my small-town dreams and moved to New York City to pursue art (my long life dream).

The loud buzzing of my phone cut through the erring silence and brought me back to reality. I grabbed it off the table, expecting another call from Mr. Kelvin the landlord, but instead, my phone screen flashed an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly.

"Ms. Sophia Bennet," came a voice on the other end, so smooth and professional. "This is Mr. Crawford, personal assistant to Julian Blackwell. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time?" he asked.

I was frozen in that spot. Julian Blackwell? The name sent a jolt through me. Everyone in the city knew who he was- the billionaire CEO of Blackwell Corp, known for his cutthroat business strategies and an empire that stretched across industries. But what could someone like him possibly want with me? I thought.

"No, not at all," I managed to say with a shaky voice.

"Mr. Blackwell recently came across your portfolio," he continued. "He's very impressed and would like to discuss a potential collaboration with you. Are you available this Friday evening to meet with him at an event he's hosting?"

I blinked repeatedly, unsure if I heard him correctly. A billionaire was interested in my work? It didn't make sense. I wasn't famous or connected, just a struggling artist trying to make ends meet.

"Friday?" I asked repeatedly, my mind racing. "Yes, I'm available."

"Excellent," Mr. Crawford replied. "You'll receive an email shortly with the details. Mr. Blackwell looks forward to meeting you."

He ended the call before I could process it fully. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at my phone as though it might explain what just happened.

That evening, I met up with my brother Ethan for dinner at our favorite diner, a midestvolace with checkered tablecloths and the best coffee in the city. As I recounted the phone call, Ethan listened intently despite his struggles.

"So let me get this straight," he said leaning forward. "Julian Blackwell, the guy who owns Manhattan; wants to work with you?" Ethan asked with all seriousness.

I nodded, still half convinced it was some sort of mistake. "That's what his assistant said." I retorted.

"That's insane! This could be your big break, Soph!" Ethan grinned.

"Or a massive mistake," I muttered slowly. "What if it's a scam? Or he wants something shady?"

"You've got to stop doubting yourself, Soph," Ethan said, his expression softening. "You're insanely talented! Have you seen your work from people's view, maybe he sees what I and a hundred other people have always seen."

I smiled faintly, but the doubt lingered. I couldn't shake the feeling that opportunities like this didn't just fall into people's lap, people like me per se -at least, not without a price.

By the time Fridays arrived, I had managed to pull together an outfit- a simple but elegant black dress I borrowed from my best friend Lily- and I had practiced a professional pitch as little as I could. Still, as I stood outside Blackwell Tower, my nerves felt like live wires sparking underneath my skin.

The building looked above me, sleek and imposing, every inch of it a testament to the man who owned it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.

The elevator ride to the top floor felt both endless and short. When the doors finally opened, I was greeted by a bustling room filled with the city's elite. I felt out of place instantly among the designer gowns and polished smiles.

"Ms. Bennet?"

I turned to see a sharply dressed man in his thirties approaching. "I'm Mr. Crawford," he said with a polite nod. "Thank you for coming. Mr. Blackwell will join us shortly." He said.

I nodded, clutching my portfolio tightly. As I scanned the entire room, my eyes caught the breathtaking view from the floor to the ceiling windows. The city stretched out, glittering and alive. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would feel like to belong here, to finally have a place in this world, Still lost in thought.

"Enjoying the view?" A deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine, I turned to find Julian Blackwell standing beside me.

He was taller in person than what the magazine made him look, with sharp features and an intensity that seemed to radiate from him. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his suit was tailored to perfection. But it was his eyes-piercing and calculating, that caught me off guard.

"Mr. Blackwell," I said, extending my hand.

He took it, his grip firm and deliberate. "Sophia Bennett," he said, a faint scowl etched on his face, and then a smirk followed. " I've been looking forward to meeting you."

His words, though polite, carried a weight that unsettled me. I'd expected a business-like exchange, but the way he looked at me; as though he was assessing more than just my art- set me on edge.

"I appreciate the opportunity," I said, trying to steady my voice. "It's not every day someone like me gets a call from someone like you."

His smile widened slightly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I believe in recognizing potential when I see one. But I won't waste your time with pleasantries l. Shall we talk?"

He gestured towards a quieter corner of the room. As we sat, his demeanor shifted from charming to serious.

'I'll be honest, Ms. Bennet," he said, leaning forward. " I don't just see promises in your works- I see an opportunity for both of us. But opportunities like this come with complexities. Are you prepared for that?

My pulse quickened. His tone was measured, almost Cryptic, and the weight of his gaze made me feel as though I was standing on the edge of something vast and unknown.

"What kind of complexities? I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Let's just say it's not a typical business arrangement." He said.

"What I'm about to propose will require a level of trust; and risk you may not be ready for, but it could change everything," he said before I could press him further.

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