Indebted love

it all was Victor Moretti, a billionaire with a past that could fill volumes, his name whispered in both reverence and fear. His empire sprawled across various industries-a legitim

en found themselves caught in the magnetic pull of his fierce gaze, which seemed to pierce through to their very soul. He was a man known for his ruthless business tacti

. However, a series of unfortunate events had left her drowning in debt and desperation. It was during these dark days that she found herself entangled with Victor Moretti, a man whose interest in her had quickly turned i

eyes. But let's not pretend this is a social call." At that moment, Elena had felt the weight of the world on her shoulders-her dreams crumbling while standing before a man who could afford to buy every piece of art she had ever created, yet chose to take something far more personal: her freedom. "I'll pay you back," she had insisted, her voice steady despite the trem

bring her lunch from the finest restaurants or how he would sit in her studio, analyzing her work with a critical eye, there was always an intensity in the air that mingled with the paint fumes. "Why do you care about my art?" Elena had asked one night, fr

e that ignited something inside her that she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years-desire, longing, and, ultimately, affection. But love in Victor's world came with its own set of rules. The lines between passion and possession were thin, often crossed without warning. As Elena navig

ed through the night, shattering the delicate peace that had settled over Pacific Heights. Elena had never