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The Billionaire Forbidden Conquest

The Billionaire Forbidden Conquest

Jaja Lolia

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**THE BILLIONAIRE FORBIDDEN CONQUEST** **She was off-limits. He couldn't resist.** Ambitious journalist **Elena Carter** has one rule-never get personally involved with a story. But when she's assigned to investigate the ruthless billionaire **Dominic Voss**, her resolve shatters under the heat of his smoldering gaze and dangerous charm. Dominic is a man who takes what he wants, and from the moment their paths collide, he makes it clear: *he wants her.* There's just one problem-Dominic is the sworn enemy of her family, the man her father warned her about, the one whose name was whispered like a curse. Falling for him could destroy everything she holds dear. But the deeper she digs into his world of power, secrets, and seduction, the harder it becomes to deny the fire between them. As passion ignites into an all-consuming affair, Elena must choose: betray her family's trust or walk away from the only man who has ever claimed her heart. But Dominic isn't used to losing-and he'll stop at nothing to make her his. **Forbidden desires. Dangerous loyalties. A love that could ruin them both.** Will their obsession be their downfall... or their salvation?

Chapter 1 The Forbidden Games

Chapter One** The rain fell in relentless sheets over Manhattan, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadows. Elena Carter tightened her grip on her umbrella as she hurried down the slick sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement. The storm had rolled in unexpectedly, and now she was late-something she *never* allowed herself to be. *Especially not tonight.* Her phone buzzed in her coat pocket. She fished it out, barely managing to keep the umbrella steady as she glanced at the screen.

**Mark (Editor):** *You're not bailing on me, are you? This is your shot, Carter. Don't screw it up.* Elena exhaled sharply, her breath curling in the cold air. She typed back a quick response. **Elena:** *On my way. 5 minutes.* She shoved the phone back into her pocket and picked up her pace. The *St. Regis* loomed ahead, its grand entrance glowing like a beacon through the downpour. The annual *Forbes* Power Gala was in full swing inside-a glittering den of billionaires, politicians, and media moguls. And she, a junior investigative reporter for *The New York Chronicle*, had somehow scored an invite. *Correction: Mark had scored her an invite. And he'd made it clear-this was her chance to prove herself.* Elena smoothed a hand over her emerald-green dress, the one she'd splurged on just for tonight. It hugged her curves in a way that made her feel powerful, dangerous even. She wasn't here to blend in. She was here to *hunt*. And her prey? **Dominic Voss.** The name sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. At thirty-five, Dominic was one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the world-ruthless, enigmatic, and notoriously private. His tech empire, *Voss Industries*, had revolutionized AI and cybersecurity, making him one of the most powerful men on the planet. He was also the man her father had warned her about for years. *"Stay away from him, Elena. That family is poison."* But tonight, she wasn't here as Richard Carter's daughter. She was here as a journalist. And Dominic Voss was the story that could make her career. The doorman gave her a polite nod as she stepped inside, the warmth of the hotel wrapping around her like a luxurious embrace. The lobby was a whirlwind of chatter and clinking glasses, the air thick with expensive perfume and ambition. Elena handed her coat to the attendant and straightened her shoulders. *Time to play the game.* She grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter and wove through the crowd, her eyes scanning for any sign of Dominic. She'd studied every photo, every interview-she knew the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his dark hair always looked slightly tousled, as if he'd just run a hand through it in frustration. And then-*there he was.* Dominic stood near the grand staircase, surrounded by a group of investors hanging onto his every word. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders, his stance relaxed yet commanding. Even from across the room, she could feel the magnetic pull of him. Elena took a sip of champagne, her pulse quickening. *This was it.* She moved toward him, her steps deliberate. But before she could reach him, a familiar voice froze her in her tracks. *"Elena?"* She turned, her stomach dropping. *No. No, no, no.* Standing a few feet away was **Daniel Hartman**-her ex-fiancé. The man she hadn't seen since he'd called off their engagement two years ago. He looked the same-sandy blond hair, boyish smile-but the sight of him sent a sharp pang through her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Daniel's smile faltered. "I work for *Forbes* now. I could ask you the same thing." Elena forced a smile. "Working." His eyes flicked over her shoulder, and his expression shifted. "Ah. I see." She didn't have to turn around to know who he was looking at. A deep, smooth voice cut through the noise behind her. *"Daniel. Always a pleasure."* Elena turned slowly, her breath catching as Dominic Voss stepped into her space. Up close, he was even more striking-his piercing gray eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Daniel cleared his throat. "Dominic, this is Elena Carter. Elena, Dominic Voss." Dominic's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. *"Carter?"* The way he said it-like he already knew exactly who she was-sent a jolt of unease through her. *He knows.* But before she could react, Dominic extended his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Elena." She hesitated, then placed her hand in his. His grip was firm, his skin warm against hers. *Dangerous.* "Likewise," she managed, pulling her hand back as if burned. Dominic's gaze never left hers. "Tell me, Elena-what brings you here tonight?" She lifted her chin. "I'm a journalist. I go where the story is." His smile deepened. "And what story is that?" *You.* She held his stare. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." A beat of silence. Then Dominic chuckled, low and dark. "I look forward to it." Daniel shifted uncomfortably beside them, but Elena barely noticed. The air between her and Dominic crackled with something electric, something *forbidden.* And as Dominic leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear, her heart nearly stopped. *"Be careful, Miss Carter. Some stories are better left untold."* Then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd, leaving her standing there with her pulse racing and one terrifying thought echoing in her mind: *This man could ruin me.* And the worst part? *I might let him.*

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