The Billionaire's Secret Curator

f art collectors, his sharp silver eyes scanning the room full of people. He seemed intimidating, but the need to introduce myself and to seize t

thing, Isabella, I told m

ath. They shook his hand, patting his back, and within seconds, Luca was swept away, disappearing i

, and I'd missed it. Before I could dwell on it too long, Ma

me a reassuring smile as we both turned our gaze toward Luca, now de

d the attention of everyone around him. He rarely smiled but his presence commanded attention. Someon

le Maria chatted beside me, pointing out various artists and collectors, but her words barely reg

lighted the centerpiece of the exhibit. The crowd

deep earth tones, the piece spiraled upward in abstract, organic forms, evoking both chaos and balance. Its surface was marred by delicate cracks, hinting at its

was bold, commanding, and

ce soft. "Wow. This piec

now he was somewhere across the room, mingling with people far more important than me. I should've b

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nated the center of the room, admiring its bold yet intri

you say?" the man remarked, his ton

lored suit matched the reputation that preceded him-someone with an eye for art, but a tongue that could cut through the pompous nat

te smile. "It certainl

while," Fenwick replied with a dismissive w

ess, really. The artist obviously tried to create a sense o

his tone, a subtle hint of disdain that went beyond the art itself. His words dripped wi

ack at the sculpture. "It feels like it's meant to portray a struggle, some

of you." He tilted his head, considering her for a moment. "But then

an eyebrow. "W

an edge that made Isabella uneasy. "He tends to gravitate toward these types of pieces-bold, cha

the sculpture. Isabella couldn't help but sense that there was more going on here, something personal between Fenwick

" Isabella said carefully. "He'

ered, his gaze hardening as he

anything into a headline. Doesn't matter if the work is half-baked

ential in artists that others overlooked. Hearing Fenwick's disdainful tone, she wondered if there was a personal vendet

a said, trying to stay neutral. "Sometimes it's not a

lback argument, isn't it? I suppose you're right in one way-Luca has a talent for mak

y covered hatred that seemed out of place at an art exhibit. But she didn't press further. She

polite smile in hopes of escaping the convers

he'd carried throughout their exchange. "Good luck navigating this...

out the art. There was a bitterness there, something unresolved, though she couldn't be sure what it was. I

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away from the conversation. He scanned the crowd until his eyes found her again-the woman in the black d

y she didn't try to insert herself into the

There was an understated elegance about her, a calm manner that contrasted with the loud ener

hand on his shoulder, pulling him deeper into conversation. Luca smiled politely, nodding alo

seen, and the ones who quietly carved out their own path. She seemed to be the latter, and that intrigued him more than he expected. He wanted to know more, bu

k to his associates. Their paths would c

ergy of the gallery hummed around her, as her conversation with Maria continued, she couldn't help but feel like the opportun