Mr Billionaires Heart️Edited an

Elena's POV

My eyes scanned the room, searching for something... No, someone, my next target.

I was at Diamond's Bar, the most exclusive spot in the country where men of all calibers and races came to unwind. Among the sea of opulence, I was looking for more than just anyone

The place was filled with wealthy patrons, walking ATMs as I saw them. But tonight, I had my sights set on a specific individual.

Someone I didn't know yet, but... He was here. I could feel it.

Turning slightly, I examined the crowd. To the far left on the stage was Adam Richmond, a fifty-five-year-old billionaire with two married daughters, indulging in an unseemly dance with a stripper.

“Shameless,” I muttered under my breath. I had done a quick run though of the billionaire's I could possibly find here, Adam Richmond was one of them.

But he was too damn old.

Plus, Richmond’s behavior was disgraceful, his actions more befitting a man half his age.

“Not this one,” I decided. He’d be too easy, and I wasn’t looking for an easy mark. I needed someone more... elusive.

Someone different from the rest, someone private if possible so once everything blows people, people wouldn't know me.

My gaze shifted to another man, dressed in a dark blue suit, seated alone and observing the room with the same intensity I had. The bright lights made it difficult to see his face, but his demeanor and the way he sipped his drink suggested he was both handsome and young. There was an enigmatic aura about him that drew me in.

'Him, he would do quite well'

"Alright, Elena, time to work your magic,” I said, draining my glass before setting it down with a decisive thud.

Taking a deep breath, I shook off my nerves and approached Mr. Mysterious.

Yup, I named him, whom  I usually gave all my target nicknames until I got to know their real name, and right now...this guy was giving up a mysterious vibe.

He didn't show up when on my list of possible billionaires, but I could tell that he was one.

'This guy better be rich' I muttered to myself, but who was I kidding? In Diamond’s Bar, a person couldn't be here without having at least a billion dollars to his or her name, well, maybe apart from me, since I was as broke as hell right now.  My presence here was due to my reputation; Elena Vasquez could get into any place she wanted.

I advanced towards my Mr. Mysterious, swaying my hips deliberately. The tight red gown I wore accentuated my figure perfectly. As I neared, I finally caught a glimpse of his face, at least almost, but just before I could, someone rudely interrupted me.

“Hello, beautiful,” a tall man in a black suit blocked my view. His beard was so unruly it almost obscured his features.

It's not like he would have looked better without them, anyway.

But how would I know?

‘Who keeps that much facial hair?’ I wondered, frowning. His appearance was unkempt, and the excessive beard did nothing for his attractiveness.

I forced a smile as he grinned back, though his smile was almost lost beneath the beard.

"I’m just wondering what a beauty like yourself is doing alone."

‘Why is that any of your business?’ I wanted to ask with spite but held my tongue, looking around slightly.

Most of the women here were strippers, and the few that weren't were already engaged in conversation, with their selves. I was indeed the only woman here without company, but that still wasn’t his concern or business.

“Why can’t a man see a beautiful lady and just look away?” I replied, my tone edged with irritation. The bearded man’s grin widened and my frown deepened.

“Because men are drawn to beautiful and hot things, especially one like you.”

His comment was demeaning. I tightened my grip on my composure. “It’s best for you to stay away from hot things, or you might get burned.” I spat.

How was this dude even qualified to be called a billionaire?!

I knew who he was... His name was on my list, the very bottom.

He chuckled, then glanced sideways. Wait, are you talking to me?" he asked, his amusement fading.