Billionaire's captive Heart

ppened? She remembered the club, the drinks, and the strange man who'd approached her. And then, there was him-the man who had saved her from what could have been a disastrous mistake. But t

my fault. I was drunk, and... I don't even know if we did anything." Nanny's face softened with sympathy. "Oh, darling, I know it wasn't your fault. You were in a vulnerable state. But, did you talk to him? What did he say when you woke up?" Lila shook her head, biting her lip. "I didn't give him the chance. I left as soon as I woke up. I didn't want to be seen... I just panicked." Nanny reached across the table and gently squeezed Lila's hand. "Don't feel bad about it, sweetheart. It wasn't your fault, okay? What's important is that you're safe. Now, go get dressed for your interview and put this behind you. Everything will work out." Lila gave a small nod, wiping away her tears. "Thanks, Nanny. You're right." An hour later, Lila arrived at Vanguard Enterprises, the towering building looming over her like a giant. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the luxurious, glass-covered skyscraper. This place is incredible, she thought. It was the kind of building that screamed power and success-a stark contrast to the simple life she had been leading. As she stepped inside, the lobby was bustling with people, and the air smelled of polished wood and fresh coffee. Lila's eyes swept over the other candidates sitting on the sleek, leather couches, all dressed in designer suits and immaculate makeup. She glanced down at her own simple dress, feeling a wave of self-doubt wash over her. I must look so out of place, she murmured to herself, tugging at her plain clothes. How can I compete with them? Her name was called, and Lila straightened, taking a deep breath as she walked into the interview room. As soon as she stepped through the door, her heart nearly stopped. Sitting behind the large oak desk was him-the man from last night. The one who had saved her. Her pulse quickened, her face flushing red with embarrassment. No... no way! "Good morning, sir," Lila managed to stammer, her voice shaky. The man-Dante Versailles-looked up, his cold, piercing eyes locking onto hers. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. "Good morning," he replied, his voice smooth and commanding. "How are you today?" "I'm... I'm fine, sir," Lila replied, her throat dry. "I... I just wanted to say, I'm sorry