The Wife of a Broke Billionaire

domineering, cold. And yet, there was something about him that deeply troubled her. Every time he entered a room, the air

rful man. Especially not him. Isla had promised herself she would never be dependent on any

alone with him had frightened her almost as much as it had fascinated her. "This will be a chance to show that you belong in t

appear professional. When she arrived, Damian was already there, impeccably

start," he said simply before

e of the dinner: a potential partnership with an influential investor, a man Damian needed

iness. Isla watched in fascination as he manipulated the conversation, balancing subtl

rcing gaze. "Perhaps you could explain to Mr. Carte

king a quiet breath, she spoke confidently, relying on the notes she had m

hand on her back to guide her out. The simple touch, though har

d softly, his gaze boring into

ut she held his gaze. "I was j

ge intensity, as if he saw something

able to escape the thoughts that swirled around Damian. She hated the way h

disturbing. Damian had once been engaged to a woman named Clara, a talented pianist whose tragic death had made headlines. The details we

s that had shaped the man he was today? A closed, distant,

his office. He watched her enter

ed," he said, leani

wering. "I'm just... curious. Your st

his expression quickly hardened. "My past is of no importanc

d softly, but confidently. "And if I'm going to work

deserved a response. Finally, he stood and approached her, sto

s my world. And she died because I was stupid.

rutal confession. He looked away,

, then you are wrong. What you need to know, Isla, i

ld up a hand to stop her. "Go back to yo

d to solve, but something inside her refused to leave him in his isolation. What she didn't yet understand was