The billionaire's disabled wife

r, chosen by Elliot's stylist, brought out the intensity of her hazel eyes, but all she could see wh

played Manhattan's glittering skyline, a view she used to marvel at but now barely noticed. Sophia's wheelchair

're

against the skyline. His black tuxedo was tailored to perfection, his presence commanding as always. He held a cr

the zipper," Sophia

For a moment, his expression softened, but it va

laugh. "Well, I wouldn't

ss down with a deliberate clink. "The car'

that?" she shot back

small, calculated gestures that confused her the most. He could be so cold

driver was already waiting by the sleek black car. Elliot stepped aside, watching as the driver helped So

champagne as if it were water. Elliot's arm rested lightly on her chair as they entered, a gesture meant more for optics th

lio

nough venom to make Sophia's stomach churn. The stunning brunette appr

greeted, his tone

ard her. "You've outdone yourself again," Victoria said, gest

s chair tightened slight

o fade into the background. "It's a beautif

ry. "How sweet of you to say. Ell

phia, and she refused to shri

lax on her chair. "If you'll excuse us, Victoria," he said smo

Sophia turned to him. "You don'

r you," he said

course it wasn't. Nothin

Elliot mingled effortlessly, his charisma lighting up the room. She envied his e

f I joi

air and a kind smile. He was holding a gla

gesturing to the e

"And you're Sophia Thorne, the mos

guard. "I think you ha

d. "I dou

time that evening, she felt like herself again. They laughed about the absurdity of high-soci

tall frame appeared out of nowhere, his jaw

ot said, his

falter. "Elliot. St

sing a history she didn't under

ether," Elliot said curtly. "Exc

liot wheeled her chair away,

?" she demanded when th

same thing," he snapp

ust being

friendly,'" Elliot

r eyes. "What are

lways known Elliot had secrets, but

ce between them grew, an unspoken sto