The Heir's Obsession

black silk tie neatly tucked beneath his collar, his stance tall and unyielding. Every inch of him screamed power, authority, and wealth. The Blackstone name was synonym

hat only the rich could fathom. The ballroom sparkled with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, while golden accents illuminated th

nking of glasses, his thoughts were preoccu

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nut brown hair loosely styled into a casual wave and a black dress that clung to her figure in the most effortless way, Ivy had an aura that was both captivating and mysterious. Sh

ut her was different from all the other women he had met in

He knew Ivy's work well-she had written several exposés on corporate corruption, and a few months ago, her article about the Blackstone Group's questionable business de

d locked onto his for the briefest moment, an intensity that he could not

s money or power, which only made him more curious. Normally, he didn't have to try. His charm was enough to draw women to him like moths to a flame,

w journalists near the center of the ballroom, looking more like a foreign entity than part of the social scene. Dominic's fingers

impenetrable wall she had built. Maybe, if only for a moment, he could

er's voice interrupted his thoughts. Bernard Blackstone, tall and imposing, appeared at

e never slipping. "Had to make sure everything was in place

Of course. But remember, this isn't just about giving back, son. It's

efore, the endless talk of reputation, influence, and dominance. He had been groomed fo

c," a familiar voice cal

hair neatly pinned in place. Sarah Winters, the socialite and model, was the latest in a long line of wom

ng over his sleeve in a calculated gesture of intimacy. "Perhaps we can t

r away from the press group now, as if something had drawn her out of her comfort zone. A flash of

carrying a hint of distraction, "I think

sked her disappointment with a smile. "Of

n eyes meeting his for a brief moment. This time, she didn't look away, and som

journalists. His eyes locked onto Ivy as he walked, the sound of his footsteps seemingly fading as

hly, his voice calm but laced with an edge of

smile she wore faltered for a moment, replaced by a guarded expression. "I'm sure yo

e to admit, I was impressed by your tenacity. Not

ined unwavering. "I don't challenge people based on their last

Dominic's lips. "I like that. I appr

brief flicker of something-respe

said, her tone firm. "And I'm sure you're busy w

rupted, his voice low. "This night doesn't have

e she quickly masked it. He could feel it then-her reluctance to engage, he

r. Blackstone," she replied, her voi

she walked-the tension in her shoulders-made it clear she wasn't entirely i